Reclaiming MomBod

I’ve been sitting with this quiet question for a while now—am I done having babies? For the longest time, I wasn’t sure. A part of me loved the chaos, the newborn snuggles, the magic of growing life. But after two babies back-to-back and everything that’s come with it—mentally, physically, emotionally—I think I’m finally starting to make peace with the answer.

And the answer, at least for now, is yes.

I don’t think I want to go through the rollercoaster of weight gain and weight loss again. Pregnancy changes your body in the most beautiful and brutal ways. I’ve stretched, swelled, shrunk, and repeated the cycle more times than I thought I could handle. And now, at six months postpartum, I’m finally starting to feel like myself again.

I still remember when the scale read 133.4 right after birth

It feels… really good.

I’m proud of where I’ve come from. I’m currently sitting at 115.8 lbs, and while my eating hasn’t been perfect, I’ve made a decision: starting today, I’m locking in to a clean eating lifestyle. I want to feel strong again. I want to love how I look in clothes again. I want to treat my body like it deserves to be treated—with love, intention, and care.

But more than that, I want to be fully present for the little ones I already have.

I share custody of my rambunctious son, who keeps me on my toes and makes me laugh when I least expect it. I have my emotional toddler, who feels things so deeply and reminds me every day how sensitive little hearts can be. And then there’s my sweet baby girl, Zoé—only six months old, and already such a light in my life. I want to cherish this season with her, not miss a single moment because I’m spread too thin or climbing out of another postpartum fog.

I know some people just know when they’re done. For me, it took time, reflection, and a lot of grace. But I think I’m there. And instead of grieving it, I feel a sense of calm. A sense of joy. A sense of ownership over my next chapter.

My beautiful babies

So here’s to peace. To healing. To clean eating, to soft mornings with Zoé, to playful chaos with my toddler, and to honoring the woman I’m becoming again.

If you’re on the fence too, just know: it’s okay to change your mind. It’s okay to take your time. It’s okay to grow into your decision.

You’re allowed to choose you.