Feeding the Pregorexia Epidemic
I'm not sharing this as a guilt trip; the grown-up pregnancy version of "Clean your plate because kids are starving around the world." ("Gain lots of weight because pregnant women in sub-Saharan Africa can't!") I tell this because here, the reality that life is short and often difficult is rarely varnished over with distractions.
Several months ago I sat with a group of women on the floor with a mother who had buried her newborn baby that morning; it was a ritual they were all too familiar with. At home, my own children ran around the yard, playing and laughing, and I realized with a start how quickly the time had passed since they were babies. Any time I spent worrying about what having them would do to my body was wasted time, I realized.
Life—the baby's life, the mother's life—is too good a gift to be frittered away fretting over the shape of the body that so miraculously brings it forth. Care for the body, but celebrate that life.
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