I found that I was my own worst enemy after having my daughter. I felt unrecognisable, I have a pouch I can’t get rid of, stretch marks that society told me should repulse me but then I remembered something. My body spent nine months forming a human from an egg and sperm, I was performing the miracle of life. A zebra has to earn its stripes as it goes, that’s what our stretch marks are, our reward for doing something so incredible. A kangaroo has a pouch to do exactly what we did. To produce and protect their baby. So remember in making a baby, we’ve shown links to some of the most perfectly imperfect and strongest animals in the world Your hormones are going to be running WILD once you have a baby and that’s okay, I cried over cherry Bakewells. But if we spend the duration of our postpartum period hating ourselves, that’s going to negatively impact your thoughts of the postpartum period all together. Once I had my daughter I was instantly a single parent, I was 17, frightened and battling demons inside my head and outside in the world. And I’m not going to say a bubble bath made it better because it didn’t. It sucked for a solid year and a half, my mental health was at an all time low I was a homeless teen, with a baby, no support system fighting to keep my daughter. But I fought because it was all I could do, but I look back at those horrible times and I look back at her face now remembering exactly what I did it for. I still have a pouch that sometimes I do sit and say i feel like it ruins my outfit, but I can’t take it back and even if I could? I wouldn’t trade my daughter in for my old body in any lifetime. You matter, You’re lovely, You’re stunning. Your body is imperfectly perfect🩷