Less than 3 weeks postpartum and I’m wearing jeans. Which, if you know me, is saying a lot. Because even when I’m not postpartum, my uniform is leggings. Black leggings. No exceptions (usually). And also, I’ve always been so critical of jeans. How they fit. How they don’t fit. What they highlight. What they don’t. But something has recently shifted. 7+ years into motherhood, I’m finally learning the joy of dressing the body I have right now. Not the body I used to have. Not the body I think I should have. Not even the body I might want. This one. Because in the last 8 years, I’ve carried 5 babies. That’s nearly half of that time spent pregnant. 40 months of growing, stretching, holding life. My body did that. So instead of waiting, instead of shrinking, instead of “getting back” to anything, I bought the damn jeans. The barrel jeans I’ve wanted for years. In the size that fits my body now. And I feel fucking awesome. #bodypositivity #postpartum #postpartumbodylove #bodymind...