Rockin' the Mom Bod

I have birthed five children in less than seven years.

That many babies in that quick of succession does a number on a woman's body.

I have never been able to "embrace" the new me. Each baby makes me mourn my once flat tummy, my long-gone stretch mark free thighs, my size 9 feet (which are now size 10!), my once brown (now partly grey) hair and my energy. Where did that go?

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