Collin sporting his favorite shirt.
Four kids changed me in every way possible, and none more than my belly. Gone are my bikini and tube top days (if I ever really had those days). My wardrobe is filled with long, baggy shirts, carefully placed scarfs, and jeans catered to mommies.
After some coaxing from friends, I purchased my first belly-sucking undergarment. The package guaranteed that I would "lose 10 pounds in 10 seconds." I was skeptical, but I yanked on my first pair. I watched as the elastic showed it's grit. It would not be undone; no amount of skin could prevent it from compressing every last ounce of fighting flesh.
I do believe ten pounds vacated the minute the elastic touched my thighs. The air sucked out of my navel and blood flew from of my midsection. Surely, that accounted for at least 5 pounds. (Chris said I should only worry when my legs turned white and went numb... a small price for vanity!) I also imagined that eating even a morsel of food would be physically impossible in such a restrictive garb. Down five more pounds.
Despite the extreme compression, the jiggling and wiggling fell away. Everything felt secure and in place. In more ways than one, it brought me back to my life four kids ago. I do remember a time when things seemed a little more controlled and orderly.
I let out a sigh of relief (as much as I could), and purchased my first tummy buster. (I'm still not sure if I can sit down.) I'm hoping to resume a small portion of what my life looked like pre-kids, even if it begins with the wardrobe.