A couple of weekends ago, I was visiting my family for my niece's and sister's birthday celebrations. I didn't know what to wear, it was a kid's party, which would likely require me to be on the floor playing with my niece, and my son. But I wore a stripped dress. I felt uncomfortable on it the whole night, but didn't think about it much that night.
The next day, as I was getting ready to leave, my sister came over and patted my stomach and said "tuck in your belly, it looks chubby!" I rolled my eyes at her and said "Don't pat my belly fat!"
Then my mom came over and said "Your belly was looking very roundish last night, is there something you want to tell us?"
"Yes! " I said in an overly excited tone. "I want to tell you that I'm ready to make my love of bread and tacos to a new level and attempt to make a taco torta!". They laughed and moved on. But I didn't. That thought stayed with me... why do they have to comment on my fat belly?
In all truth, it bothered me more from my sister than from my mom. See, growing up my mom spent years trying to get me to put on some weight. We went from doctor to doctor, my mom always with the same issue, that I was too skinny. All doctors said that I was healthy, and to keep feeding me a balanced diet. My mother finally being happy with my weight is a huge Win!!
I consider myself a very active person, and I am happy with the shape of my body, flabby belly included. But I have to ask myself....
Do I want a flat stomach? Yes! who doesn't! As women, we are raised to want the tiny waist and the flat abs, anything else, we are told, is unattractive. And
Am I willing to put in the work to get a flat stomach? No. Just flat out no. I love my carbs, donuts, bread, tortillas... my idea of heaven is living in a world made of a crunchy French baguettes, decorated with light buttery croissants, lined with muffins and waffles.
I do my core work outs, lots of it a week, lots of running, drink my water, but my flabby belly is still flabby and roundish. Some days more roundish than others!
At the end of the day you another day older..... Wait!!! that is a line for Les Mis... wrong post... At the end of the day, I am confident of my body. I'm strong, I am smart and my flabby belly is just another awesome part of my body.
And finally, will it bother me again if they comment on my belly? Of course it will, I'm am not made of rock ! But I will say again, my roundish belly doesn't stop me from being awesome.