I’ve always been pretty comfortable in my own skin (well, once you skip over the teenage years, that is), but I have to be honest with you guys, pregnancy is throwing me for a bit of a loop. I’m only 17 weeks into my pregnancy, and already I’m having a tough time dealing with my changing body – and I can only imagine how much harder it’s going to get.
And I know, I hear all of you, pregnancy is a beautiful thing. I’m supposed to embrace it, revel in it, and fucking glow. Yes, I’ve heard it all before. I know the drill. Hell, I even agree with you – when I see other pregnant women – I also truly think they look beautiful – but lately when I see myself, that’s not how I feel.
Instead, I just feel kind of fluffy and enlarged, and sometimes even kind of awkward. It’s like I’m inhabiting someone else’s body – it looks and feels completely foreign to me – but I’m still the one operating it, feeding it, and exercising it. It just isn’t mine. Every so often, friends will point at my belly, or comment on how huge my boobs are, or worse yet, point out my belly in a photo (yes, thank you, I see it, I’m aware.…), and while I know they are actually celebrating me and my pregnancy, I always find myself shuddering at the attention, or shooing their finger pointing, squealing, and comments away.
And yes, I know that expanding is part of pregnancy. I get that it’s natural, normal, and healthy for your body to begin to prepare for motherhood. I even expected all of what’s happening to happen – my now huge boobs, my ever expanding waistline (or full grown beer belly as I like to call it) – but I didn’t expect to feel so strange while it was happening.
I think maybe all of the overly blissed out pregnancy media really got to me – I expected to fucking glow, and feel so radiant that rainbows and cupcakes followed me around everywhere I went. I expected to have some sort of weird lightness, ease about the changes – some kind of new wisdom take over my entire being – like I’d be zen as fuck…..because I was a fucking radiant, glowing pregnant person.
But that’s just not the reality.
And it’s not just how I feel in my body, it’s also how I feel in my clothes lately. It’s as if every article of clothing I could once rely on as a go to, now just looks strange, ill fitted, and clingy. I hate getting dressed everyday and wish I could just walk around in sweatpants and slippers and not loathe myself for doing it.
But again, that’s just not reality…or at least, not my reality.
I have to fucking get dressed every day. I have to get over myself and function like a normal person. And quite frankly, I have to wear clingy clothes. Kind of hard to practice and teach yoga in sweatpants, if you know what I mean….
So when I got the opportunity to review the Upbra, a bra designed to give bigger chested women a natural looking lift and smaller chested women more natural looking cleavage, at first I shied away. No way, no how was I going to show off my body, this body in a bra. No way, no how would that bra work on my now gigantic breasts. No way could I enjoy putting anything on that wasn’t in the sweatpants family.
So no thanks.
But then I read some of the reviews online. And they were absolutely glowing. So I thought, why the hell not? If I have to get dressed every day, I may as well give myself some better options.
So I decided I would try Upbra’s T-Shirt bra because in the description, they used the word comfortable. And I’m all about COMFORTABLE right now. Did I mention sweatpants?
And I’m so glad I did. This bra is not only comfortable, it also provides natural looking (and feeling!) lift and support. Plus, it’s ultra feminine and looks great with or without a shirt. So great in fact that I did away with my negativity, stripped off my shirt, and reviewed a bra in my newly expanded body. Booooya.
But I’ll let you be the judge, check out Upbra’s line of lifting, supporting and cleavage enhancing bras – or check out our full review on our YouTube channel – and leave a comment about how fucking radiant and glowing we both look.
Ok, pregnant and formerly pregnant ladies out there (ahem, other moms), how did you learn to embrace the changes? Was it easy for you? Challenging? Any good tips, or tricks?
Lend a girl a hand!
And as always, stay sweaty friends!
Disclaimer: I was provided with an Upbra for review purposes. That being said, all of my opinions, thoughts, rantings about my body, and words expressed are my very own. I truly appreciate all of the brands that support the Sweat Pink community.