I have mommy body. You mothers out there know what I am talking about. The jiggle that never used to be there but has taken up permanent residence somewhere on your person. I used to be thin once. Really thin. I never had to worry about what I ate and never gained an ounce. After my first baby, I lost all the weight and and additional 10 lbs within a few months of giving birth. I look back and think - what a bitch!
And here I am today, a big jiggling cow. You know, the fatty just doesn't disappear after the 2nd and 3rd kid the way you would hope. I burst into tears in my closet the other day as I stared at my clothes hanging in there. They mock me. I hear my size 6 pants calling me names, reminding me of the body that I used to have and will NEVER see again.
I ran out of there trying to block it all out and yell at my husband - "I refuse to be seen with muffin tops!" He stares at me blankly, and slightly scared. I must have been wild eyed and hysterical because he says nothing. So I yell again, "I will not leave this house with muffin tops or back fat!" Still silence. "I need new clothes to hide everything that jiggles." Finally, a glimmer of understanding flashes across his face - "Ok".