I'm sure you're familiar with model Chrissy Teigen, who has
graced the coveted cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue, Vogue,
Cosmopolitan and many more glossies. She is also a TV host, a cooking
writer and a red carpet darling, who attends every major award show with husband
She is beautiful, has an incredible body and seems perfect.
But recently, she showed how human and imperfect she is with an Instagram post displaying her stretch marks.
Every news outlet proudly showed the image, which, by the way, includes an adorable puppy. Media critics talked about how
awesome it is that she does not perpetuate the unachievable and idealized image
society has of women in entertainment. They said it was also a great way to empower her
female audience into accepting their own flawed bodies, show how real women
look and not allow appearances to define who women are or what they can
accomplish in life.
Overall, it was a great day for self-esteem and positive
body image. I loved it and felt it was a great move on Teigen's part. However! I
questioned: why is she being glorified by everyone for such a "brave" statement,
but moms all over the world are ridiculed and critized when they do the same?
Are her stretch marks better than mine? Does she get a pass because she is a
public figure? By all means, I am happy the response to her post was so
Chrissy is not a mother yet. She probably got her
"stretchies" from body weight change when she was growing up. So why are mine
considered embarrassing when they're the proof that a life was carried inside
me? Why does society make moms feel ashamed of the way their bodies change
during pregnancy, instead of supporting them for surviving such a challenging
battle? I gained 25 pounds in my first pregnancy, and my body looked
the same afterwards. But during my second one, I gained 48 pounds, had a
9-pound, 4-ounce son, and, obviously, gained some stretch marks.
I mean, I'm 115 pounds and my newborn son looked like a 3
month old baby. I haven't worn a swimsuit ever since, and that saddens me.
have I allowed the way people think to determine the way I dress? If I was
courageous enough to bring a child into this world, why am I not brave enough
to expose my body? Why do we hide the most amazing part of ourselves in shame
and discomfort, when we should be honored to say, "Yes! I got stretch marks, but
that's a meaningless price to pay for having such beautiful treasures in my
The one thing I'm most proud of is being a mother. Nothing I
have ever accomplished in my life comes even remotely close to the joy I feel
about been a mom. I want my children to know that I bear my scars with love, because they symbolize the connection between them and me.