There is no such thing as a “post-baby body”

It’s time.

It’s time for mothers to reconcile themselves to their bodies. 

How much more fulfilled would we be if we knew, down to our bones, that we were worth more than the sum of our outsides? 

How many tears wouldn’t be shed when we caught sight of ourselves in a dressing room mirror?

How many sighs would not go up from discontent women when they stepped on the scale?

What would happen if we felt at home in our own skin no matter what happened to us throughout our lives? Puberty. Babies. Menopause. PMS. Marriage. Arthritis. Aging. All of it.

Any of it – what if it didn’t really matter to us all that much?

Can you even begin to imagine a world like that? Where women aren’t bombarded with hundreds of anti-aging skin care products, workout DVD’s and diet pills and the promise to transform you into who you were meant to be?

As if you already aren’t?

Imagine a world without feeling defeat from just looking at ourselves in a bathroom mirror? A world where buying a pair of jeans or flipping through a magazine didn’t bore a hole in our self-worth? A world where we didn’t feel like we needed the perfect Instagram filter to be suitable for others?

Clara newborn

Can you imagine how much we would change the world?

Facing much of the brunt of this pressure to be physically perfect are the mom’s.

The moms who live in a world where magazine covers celebrate the shedding of the post-baby body as rapidly as possible. Where the only baby bumps we see are perfect basketball-sized mounds. Where there is no celebration of stretch-marks and cellulite, and in fact, a world where the only place we might feel comfortable admitting we have bumps where there shouldn’t be is with our closest friends.

Any woman reading this is probably waiting for me to reveal the definitive method to unlocking the secret of self-contentment because, heck, don’t we all want to figure out the secret to that? How to love ourselves?

Heck, even I’m waiting for me to give the perfect answer to what really ails us. I don’t have it.

I’m not talking about “self-confidence” when I say loving ourselves. I am talking about the true acceptance of ourselves, and being at peace with our bodies no matter what stage of life we are in.

I’m talking about letting go of the worry over our outsides so that we can instead focus on the inside.

Where we have freedom to love and praise our Creator, not just because we are comfortable with ourselves but because we have come to a place where we understand our true purpose. Where we can focus our energies on solely Him and His work in our hearts. His transforming, glorious work.

A place where we believe that our image is rooted in divinity, not glossy magazine pages, boxes of hair dye or numbers sewn into the waistbands of our pants. A place where we have an absolute understanding of what we truly were made for, and where we know definitively weren’t made for. 

Photo Credit: In His Grace Photography

Everything now a days is a distortion. We worship the wrong things, like flat stomachs and toned bottoms, but make war with ourselves and within ourselves because we can’t fit into our skinny jeans anymore. It’s like poison. It infects everything.

We have severed ourselves from our purpose.

Every woman will be heartbroken at some point in her life over how she looks. Every woman will feel insignificant because everything manmade silently screams from its pages and screens that there is an ideal for beauty, and that only a select few people fit into it.

I have never felt this way more than since I became a mother. To be brutally honest, I hate my post-baby body sometimes. The marks, the sagging, the softness in the wrong places. No. Thank. You.

Tonight, I realized something about my post motherhood body – there is no such a thing. We probably think of a post-baby body as a fleeting thing. That it exists only temporarily, and after about 6-8 weeks things should begin to return to their “previous settings” as all remnants of carrying our babies slowly start to disappear.

Then it’s business as usual and life can resume. But that distorted view about our bodies could not be further from the truth.

I am STILL the owner of a post-pregnancy body. And I always will be.

A body that I sometimes cry over or grimace at when I look in the mirror. A body I wish was twenty pounds lighter and less lumpy in the wrong places. A body I really wish didn’t run on coffee fumes and english muffins.


For as much anxiety as this body gives me, though, it has surely felt and caused more joy than pain. This is the body that has given and nursed life. It’s mine.

This is the body that belongs to a woman who may still struggle with the altering effects of those events but who couldn’t be more proud of or sold out for her children.

We, women, were not meant for bikinis. Like it or not, whether you believe in Almighty God or in the primordial soup, we were bound for something greater than having our self-worth rooted in our appearance.

Our relationships with our body should be one of purpose, not appearance. 

We were meant to make this world beautiful. We were meant to embody grace, femininity and compassion. We were meant to be brave, even when it’s hard. We were meant to smile, to love, to give and to experience. Yes, we were even engineered for motherhood. We were designed for more than worrying over a number on a scale.

Accomplishing any of these things has zero to do with how we look.

So to you mom’s out there, wishing your baby body away, I would say this: realize what your body is and what it wasn’t made for. Break the relationship with your body that dictates from the outside-in, and instead live from the inside-out.

Our perfect creator is not glorified in perfect bodies. A life is not measured in how small our waists are. It is our hearts that need constant work and attention, and where the greatest journeys we will ever know take place. Even if it is right under our own roofs.

Try to take comfort in those stretch marks, in the cellulite or the soft tummy. This is YOUR body, doing what it’s supposed to do. A body that reflects your journey. A map of accomplishments and milestones, made from marks and scars, lumps and softness.

There really is no such thing as a post-baby body, only a body that is made strong again post-baby.


13 thoughts on “There is no such thing as a “post-baby body”

  1. Sarah says:

    🙂 yes, still preaching this to myself. Lately, it’s been daily. And sometimes I allow myself to believe the lies but truly, do I really want “pre-pregnant Sarah”? I think not.


    • ashleylecompte says:

      Amen. It’s a struggle that comes in phases. Sometimes I’m fine, then I’m totally not fine, then I’m back to being in a better place. But I have to think that no matter what I will end up not always feeling comfortable in my own skin. We age and our bodies show that. I think that having babies is the best thing to show on our bodies. It’s worth it.

      Miss and love you! xoxo


  2. Verna says:

    I’m 2 1/2 weeks postpartum right now. On one hand, I feel great. I’m down 30lbs already. On the other hand, I still have a LONG LONG way to go and it’s a little discouraging. My maternity clothes are too big but my regular clothes are too small. It’s hard not to get beat myself up about it. Thanks for this!


    • ashleylecompte says:

      Good for you and for how far you have come already! Don’t get discouraged. Sometimes it just takes time to get to where we want to be. I hope that it all comes naturally for you and that you’re feeling great very soon.

      I am glad that you found this post encouraging. I’m two years postpartum and don’t always feel so hot about what I see in the mirror but remembering that I don’t have to shed all of the evidence of babies is a good thing.


  3. Valerie says:

    So very true. Great, encouraging post. Samuel will be two next month and while I am not carrying a lot of baby weight, I do find that I am unhappy with how I look/feel and I SHOULDN’T! So, thanks for your wisdom. ❤


  4. amanda says:

    I wanted to comment on this awhile ago because I totally agree. I’m in better shape now AFTER 4 kids then before and there are still days I sit and cry because there is SOMETHING that just isn’t right. If it’s not your body then it’s your face, or your hair, or something that wants to steal your joy. And keep your eyes from the Truth. We are fearfully and wonderfully made and THAT isn’t embodied by a ‘perfect’ body.


  5. pennypinchingpeach says:

    This is a beautiful, encouraging post. I struggle with the post pregnancy body, especially since my second child. He’s two now, and I know I will never go back to what my body was like before I had my first child. I don’t want to, but I would like to be at least what I was when my daughter was a year old. I’m working on it, but had extreme trauma during and after pregnancy that caused weight gain and a long period of being unable to exercise. This has been hard, since I was very slender and athletic before my daughter was born, going to the gym until past eight months along. Things totally changed with my son, and I hate to look in the mirror. I’m strong enough in the past year to actually work on it, and have had to adjust my goal from perfection to healthy. We weren’t meant to be perfect.


    • ashleylecompte says:

      I am so glad that you found this post encouraging. I feel your pain. I’m pregnant with baby number three, and was even mildly pursuing getting into shape. But, that’s hard when you have little ones. Something has to give, and sometimes, it was my energy and time for the gym. That’s okay with me in hindsight, but then I’d go clothes shopping. Or find out that something didn’t fit. And it would kill me. I need to remind myself constantly that I was made for something greater than my worth being dependent on how I physically looked. I hope that you can continue to work on whatever you can, when you get the chance and to just feel encouraged and beautiful, no matter what. Your kids love YOU, and they love you how you are and don’t see you the way that you see you. Thank you so much for commenting.


      • pennypinchingpeach says:

        We want to try for a third baby later this year. I want to be back to my healthy self again before that happens. Not the same shape, but healthy. I’m actually feeling a lot better now than I was, because I finally (mostly) changed my focus. The clothing in my own closet condemns me, though. LOL My children think I’m beautiful. They “helped” my mental state by breaking the scale several months ago, and I took it as a sign not to be weighing myself so much. I started measuring my waist, and that’s much less stressful, since I can be more understanding of everything my stomach has been through and rejoice in progress. 🙂


  6. Leslie Kendall Dye says:

    Our society glorifies the pregnant body excessively, making us feel we need to live up to something unrealistic. Our society condemns the “post-pregnant” body, making us feel ashamed of looking different after housing a large mammal for months and given it life. I am not all the way there yet, but I do strive to get over society’s attitude toward women and pregnancy. Every time a starlet shows off a photoshopped or five hours at the gym a day body two weeks after giving birth, I feel she has sold out the rest of womankind, and that she has been coerced by a toxic society into proving her “worth” at the expense of reality. We have a long way to go! Thanks for the words of encouragement!


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