My feelings towards that same body that carried life were now different.
First, I could no longer hold my pee for very long. Once I had to go, I HAD TO GO. And try doing jumping jacks…. yea, not happening.
I could no longer suck in my stomach either... You know, when you stand in front of the mirror sucking it in to see how skinny you can get?
And that dag on lower belly pouch!
What once brought awe and admiration now brought disgust and shame.
I started to believe that in order to have a joyful and happy life, I needed to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight… my pre-pregnancy body.
But that was all a lie.
We Need Grace
In truth, I don’t need to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight to find joy. Instead, I need to give myself grace.
God designed every aspect of our body. He designed the hair on our head, the color of our eyes, even the size of our boobs! Trust me – as a child, I prayed for bigger boobs and that obviously was not in Gods plan.
Just as He designed our individual gifts, He knew what our specific trials would be. Instead of allowing the suffering to be in vain, He used it for His glory and His purpose. There is hope in those trials. There is hope in our suffering. There is hope when we look at our bodies and see how imperfect they are.