Well, I’ve gone through a jar of the homemade spider vein treatment.
I was skeptical that it would work for me, and guess what…I didn’t really see any changes. It wasn’t really a surprise for me, and it just gave me motivation to not whip up another batch. 🙂 It could work for you, though. Everyone is different.
So yes, I still have spider veins. And some lovely varicose ones that I obtained during my second pregnancy.
And you know what? Who cares?!
I am a mom. I traded my umblemished stems for two of the most precious gifts that I will ever receive.
Yes, my body changed on the outside as a result of my pregnancy. But it also changed on the inside.
My heart is fuller. I have more love to give. My worldviews are different. I am more empathetic…toward my children, toward my family, and toward other parents who may be struggling with a child who is having a tantrum in a store or restaurant. I see you, and I know how you feel.
Another English teacher once told me “Beauty fades…”
I think that different types of beauty may fade, but I don’t think that we truly lose beauty.
There are different types of beauty.
There’s the beauty of a newborn baby swaddled up in a receiving blanket. There’s the beauty of a bride walking down the aisle. A mom sitting on the couch snuggling with her kids. A grandma smiling with her arms wide open, ready to hug her grandkids.
There are different stages of beauty.
So I may no longer have what society and celebrities say is “ideal.” Perfect hair. Perfect body. Perfect outfits.
But let’s be honest….I never had those to begin with. Who really has? We can strive for perfection, pay doctors to inject and “beautify” us, but what’s the point?
I still feel beautiful. Even though growing life inside of me has changed my body, even though I will never look like a Kardashian…I still feel beautiful when my husband smiles at me. When my son tells me, “Nice dress, mom!”
So accept all of your imperfections. Be yourself. Love yourself.
It’s so enlightening to see other moms confident and accepting of who they are. I’ve seen a couple posts from friends on Facebook, showing their post-baby mommy tummies, saying this is real…my baby is so worth this. I’ve seen a blog post from a brave young mom with precious twin baby girls show off her stretch marks with pride.
I want my daughter to grow up accepting herself and loving her body, regardless of whether or not it matches Hollywood’s standard of beauty.
And the key to that is accepting myself, loving myself.