Mom Pouch

Have I ever told you about my mom pouch? 

 

A mom pouch is what happens when a woman has a baby & the skin on her stomach gets stretched out to the point of no return. Kind of like a mama kangaroo except the kangaroo is better because her pouch is actually functional. My mom pouch requires special attention. I have to be careful when wearing low rise jeans or a short top because my pouch could pop out at any time. It’s very unruly. 

I’m boarding a plane, it’s a full flight. I’m trying to put my carry on in the overhead bin. I lift my bag with both arms in the air & wouldn’t you know, out popped my pouch. I was mortified. It was as if time stood still. I could feel cool air grazing over my pouch. To make it worse, everyone around me was already seated, so my pouch was right at eye level.  

The old me would have died of embarrassment. But the new (more mature) me was like… “Oh well, if they don’t like it they don’t have to look at it” & kept on placing my bag.  

What’s the difference now, maybe after 46 years of life…I’ve found what matters & what doesn’t. Maybe I’m tired of trying to impress people who don’t care whether I have a pouch or beer gut. I just finally realized my value is not in what I look like but who I am. I am a wife of 22 years, a mom of 3 healthy children & a leader of an amazing church. That’s what matters.  

You may be reading this thinking…I didn’t even notice her pouch. I want you to turn that thought around & say it to yourself. The thing you’ve been stressing over, other people don’t even notice. We don’t even care if your hair is thin, your bootie is flat, your boobs are small…one of my best friends doesn’t like her arms! We all have things we want to improve on but let’s not devalue ourselves in the process. If my pouch never improves (if I don’t get a tummy tuck) & if you never improve your situation, we will still be beautiful, valuable & significant.  

Let’s lay down our insecurities & pick up confidence in Christ. You are more than just a big butt & a smile. You are a blood bought child of the Most High God. You’ve been created in his image & likeness…You are fearfully & wonderfully made! Girl, you got it goin on! 

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