Fat is what happens to you the weeks after you push a baby out of your vagina ... or in my case, have one cut out of your belly.
If you're a woman you've no doubt felt "fat" at some point in your life. And while some of us (me) obsessed over food and thigh circumference, others might have only felt a tad bloated every now and then and moved on. But still, we've all felt it at some point.
Looking back at my pre-pregnancy body I realize how completely out-of-whack my perception of my body image was. I wasn't fat. Until I got pregnant, and then I didn't really care because I had a cute belly and you were allowed to gain weight. When I was 38 weeks pregnant the scale read 195 ... that's when it finally sunk in. I was fat. And after this baby comes out I will still be fat. I, unfortunately, will not be giving birth to a 60 pound baby. Dang it.
The weeks after Brandt was born my belly was floppy and droopy and squishy. Not unlike what you would visualize with the phrase "bowl-full-of-jelly". I jiggled. And when I laughed at my belly, it jiggled even more.
That's what fat feels like.
But I'm proud to say that I've done something about it. I feel great about my body and am no longer self conscious when I wear a bathing suit. I'm not skinny and I still have thigh fat, but you know what? Who freaking cares! We can't all look like Heidi Klum did 8 weeks after giving birth. I feel so much better about myself now than I ever have in my entire life. It's so much easier to not obsess.
I'm not saying this body-image transformation happened while I sat on the couch and ate Cheetos. I've worked hard, and I think just going to the gym 3-5 days a week has helped me feel this way. I pushed myself harder than I ever have and I feel strong. I feel healthy. And even though I'm not the size 4 I used to be, I feel so much more content with who I am.