Being a young mother has its hardships and its perks, but what nobody ever really talks about, is the pressure of not looking like your peers afterwords, of losing the baby fat, the stretch marks and the well known no longer perky boobs if you breastfed. Its something that could drive you plain mad if you let it, a reminder of it everyday as you get dressed everyday, or when somebody invites you to go swimming, you feel like the only way you can go is to wear a shirt to cover everything up, well thats how i feel somedays anyways, I know this probably sounds shallow or maybe even vain, but its just a sad thing to me that makes me wonder would this have ever happened if i had waited till i was older and my body was more ready for this? Or if i was more responsible and took better care of my body.

Don’t get me wrong I love my son with all my heart and could never bare to loose him, but as i watch all my friends expeience life, it makes me wonder if im missing out or not? and what would i be doing if i had waited, but i guess we just need to live life as it is, and not dwell on the past. Let depression be pushed away by the love of our child and the love we have for them, and remember to be strong for them and to move on with life, cherish every day that your baby is happy and healthy, and don’t take anything for granted, because it can all be taken away in a second.