Recently I read an interview by Shape Magazine on Olivia Wilde, shortly after she gave birth to her son, Otis. I’m not going to make fun of the poor kid’s name, because her words on motherhood and the post baby body had me cheering and crying all at the same time. She bravely put into words how I’ve been feeling these past three months. This is my first outfit post since giving birth to Issa, specifically because I just quite frankly don’t feel that good about myself yet. I’m working on it, and I’m trying to be patient, but after really taking Olivia’s words to heart I realized if I wait until I feel like my body is “there”, I’ll be waiting a long time. I’ll just leave you with some of the quotes that hit the hardest for me. [click to continue…]
I am my mother in many ways. I have her mannerisms, her badonkadonk, and her stick thin hair. For as long as I can remember, my locks have been limp and lifeless. My sister, on the other hand, was blessed with my Dad’s curly locks that hairstylists just LOVED. When we were growing up, we would always be sitting next to each other for a trim and Kelsey’s stylist would be oohing and ahhing over every little ringlet. My stylist, on the other hand, was usually bored to tears with my mousey brown mediocre mane.
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