Body After Baby? Nonsense!

When I paid $19.95 to sign up for where I met my now-husband, I got a free subscription to People magazine. And although I canceled my subscription a month later, Iíve been renewing People for nine years now — which is my guilty secret (okay, not so secret) vice.

I read my People magazine cover to cover, and then I read The Economist so I donít feel like a total dimwit. I donít have a television, so People is my lifeline to pop culture, and for the most part, it brings me great joy to know who Taylor Swift is writing about in her precious bubble gum pop (which I immediately download to my iPod, along with Miley Cyrus and the Glee soundtracks. Donít laugh).

But every time I see a ďBody After BabyĒ article showing off how some celebrity is prancing around in a bikini six weeks postpartum, I want to puke.

Iím an OB/GYN physician and a mother, so I speak from experience when I say, ďNonsense.Ē Real women donít have personal trainers, raw foods chefs, full-time nannies, and plastic surgeons at their beck and call. Body after baby, my ass.

Let me tell you the truth about the bodies I would see in an OB/GYN office. Shapes change. Waistlines disappear. Formerly plump breasts sag like empty Ziploc bags. Stretch marks mar porcelain skin. Muffin tops bulge over those damn low-waisted jeans that donít flatter any figure. Vaginas gape. Stuff falls out.

Yes, it’s true.

This isnít the case for every women, so if you havenít had kids yet, donít freak out the way I did back in my twenties when I watched what happened to women after enduring pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding. Some women emerge unscathed. Some of those Body-After-Baby celebrities are probably just genetically blessed. They pop back six weeks later after plopping out their sixth kid, and youíd never know they just birthed a ten pound babe.

But the more we popularize the concept in the media, the more self-hatred we all feel when we canít live up to impossible standards.

Next: My Body After Baby Experience

I always told my patients, ďNine months on. Nine months off.Ē But then nine months came and went after I gave birth, and the baby weight clung to me like a fabric softener sheet straight out of the dryer. So I stopped using that phrase. Itís misleading. Sometimes, youíre just never the same again. And thatís okay.† Most of us bear some mark to remind us we are mothers.

And you know what? Thatís okay. Itís worth it. I would happily trade my formerly svelte body for my daughter any day.

My Body After Baby Experience

Nobody has an easy time getting back into their pre-baby skin once the stitches have healed. But I must say, mine was unusually rough. I gave birth by C-section, and then my dog died, my healthy young brother wound up in full blown liver failure as a side effect of the antibiotic Zithromax, and my beloved father passed away from a brain tumor — all within two weeks. And then, four weeks postpartum and two days after flying cross-country with my newborn to attend my fatherís funeral, I was back in the operating room, pumping my breasts in the call room during 72 hour shifts while my baby cried at home without me. Talk about losing your mojo overnight.

Needless to say, my figure was the last thing on my mind. And that baby weight did not just drop off during breastfeeding like everyone says. In fact, it seemed perfectly happy settling in around my mid-section, as if to protect me, like an inner tube, from drowning in the floods of my Perfect Storm.

So I wore lots of leggings and stretch pants. And I finally made peace with the fact that I needed to stop the magical thinking and ditch half the clothes in my closet because I would probably never be a size 4 again. I cried when I sent that Dolce & Gabbana dress to Goodwill.

Then I decided to change my attitude. I resigned myself to loving the body I have, worshipping at the temple of my droopy boobs and little Buddha belly. I started doing a body blessing every day. I came to appreciate my more curvy, feminine body for all it had done for me. I stopped berating myself when I caught a glimpse of myself naked in the mirror. I sent my inner critic (aka The Gremlin) to time out and told him I didnít need to hear his mean-spirited, lambasting banter about how I lack willpower and wonít ever be loved unless I get back into that Dolce & Gabbana dress.

Then something happened when my daughter was three.

I signed up for a green juice cleanse at the integrative medicine practice where I had started working. It included a seven-day pre-cleanse elimination diet (no caffeine, no alcohol, no sugar, no animal products, no FUN). Then a five-day nutritional cleanse consisting of freshly made green juice, veggie broth, wheat grass, detoxifying teas, and vegan soups followed.

And guess what? The weight actually melted off. And I felt better than Iíd ever felt in my life. Doing that cleanse changed my life in ways that go far beyond the physical. It inspired me to add green juice as a supplement to my daily life and to ditch some of my bad habits. That was two years ago, and the weight stayed off. Some things will never be the same. And I never could squeeze back into a size 4 dress. But Iím cool with that. Because Iíve learned a very important lesson in the process of becoming a mother. In order to age gracefully and become truly, timelessly beautiful, we must surrender our attachment to the youthful bodies we once had and revel in the fact that, as much as it sounds like a clichť, itís really true that our essential value lies within. Cultivating inner beauty shines right through your skin, muffin top, stretch marks, and all. You can embrace this transition with love, or you can fight it with a machete, spending the rest of your life perpetually in the plastic surgeonís office, cutting and Botoxing and lifting for the rest of your life.

My post-baby body journey proved to me that truly sustainable weight loss only happens from a place of self-love. If youíre trying to hate your body into skinny submission, itís gonna pile on the pounds.

You know what Iím talking about, sisters. Your attempt to be a Body After Baby rock star goes something like this:

You feel inadequate, insecure, and unsexy as a new mother, so you go to the fridge to make a salad so you can lose your baby weight and feel better about yourself. But then you spy that carton of ice cream, and it beckons to you. Maybe this will fill up the hole within you. You take one bite, but then you remember about Jenny Craig (or Weight Watchers or The Zone Diet or the South Beach Diet — or whatever). While the ice cream melts in your mouth, you start berating yourself. ďYouíre such a loser. You have no willpower. I canít believe you just took that bite of ice cream. Thatís your whole fat allocation for the day. Why didnít you eat a salad? You canít do anything right. And if you canít follow this diet, youíll be fat and ugly for the rest of your life and nobody will ever love you. You suck. I hate you.Ē You feel so awful that you dig your spoon in and finish the whole crate of Ben and Jerryís.

Jeez. No wonder you’re having trouble losing weight.

But if you learn to love yourself — fat, cellulite, stretch marks, sag, and all — you feel motivated to nurture your precious God Pod with healthy foods, movement, and love. I believe you must start with loving acceptance for the divine, radiant being that you are. Every one of us was created as a perfect, whole being who is weightless. Within you lies that beautiful, perfect spirit, regardless of what the world sees on the outside. You must reclaim, honor, and love that part of yourself to begin your journey to a healthy weight. As long as you punish yourself into trying to lose weight, it simply wonít work.

Even if you lose 100 pounds because youíve limited yourself to 500 measly fat-free, sugar-free calories per day, you will likely discover that you are 100 pounds skinnier and you still hate yourself. And one day, when the evil voice in your heads says, ďSee. Youíre skinny and you still suck,Ē you will pick that Ben and Jerryís container back up and dig in.

I still have my moments in front of the mirror.

And I still feel a twinge when I see the bikini photos of me before I had my daughter. But now I know I have something much more valuable — not just the joy of having brought a precious new life into the world, but the knowledge that I am in the process of crossing over from young, insecure, superficial hottie to wise, sage, sultry, sexy Mama.

So bring on the stretch pants and push-up bras. Bring on the leggings that cover up my varicose veins. I still cling to my vanity and do what I can to make the most out of what Iíve got. And Iíve still got it, baby! Iím telling you — Iím MILF material, in spite of how pregnancy ravaged my body.

You wonít hear me yelling at my post-baby body anymore. Nope. Not me. As S Factor founder Sheila Kelley says, ďTreat your body like a gifted child.Ē

So I resolve to kiss and hug my body, to nourish her with whole foods and green juice, to rub her down with lavender-scented coconut oil, to affirm her inner and outer beauty, and to speak in loving, gentle voices when Iím standing in front of the mirror.

What about you, Mama?

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I wrote this as part of a book that’s being compiled by Pauline M. Campos, who is a former newsroom journalist turned stay-at-home-writer-mama. She is currently seeking submissions for an anthology about motherhood, body image, and post-baby muffin tops. Find her on twitter as†@aspiringmama or on her blog at†Aspiring Mama. Email her at pauline (at) aspiringmama (dot) com. Details can be found†here.

Lissa Rankin, MD: Founder of, Pink Medicine Woman coach, motivational speaker, and author of†Whatís Up Down There? Questions Youíd Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend and Encaustic Art: The Complete Guide To Creating Fine Art With Wax.

Learn more about Lissa Rankin here.


Megan K.
Megan K6 years ago

Inspiring :)

Chloe L.
Chloe L6 years ago

I have a 9 month old and am actually below my pre-pregnancy weight, but a lot of my clothes still don't fit me. I hate my muffin top.

Lyllyan Blare
Lyllyan Blare6 years ago

Thank you so much for this inspiring article! I am currently 6 months pregnant. I've also struggled with an eating disorder since I was 14-years-old (I am now 31). This has made the weight gain aspect of my pregnancy especially difficult for me. My doctors and OB do not allow me to see my weight, and I've stopped weighing myself at home, so that I may take that "burden" off my mind and provide my little girl with the nutrients I know she so desperately needs. Recently, I've been anxious about what my body will look like after I give birth and how I will lose the weight as quickly as possible. However, this article makes a wonderful point... I need to learn to embrace my body, a body that has carried life inside of it, which is one the most precious blessings from God I feel I can receive. I plan on re-reading this when I'm feeling overwhelmed. I am really grateful that you've given me a new outlook on my weight gain during pregnancy! I believe my daughter will be well worth it!!!!

Hege Torset
Hege Torset6 years ago


Shannon Graham
Shannon Graham6 years ago

Thank you Lissa Rankin for this article! I'm 33 and I just had my fourth child who is now 7 months old and I found myself and my thoughts all up in your article. I am going to save this a read often for encouragement, thank you again

David Erik Barsati

Yes, I hope enough of the good.

Amanda M.
Amanda M.6 years ago

i feel better :) i was always in great shape now im just a blobby shape 2 kids later.i get so sick when i see the stars that dont look like they had kids a month later.makes you feel like crap pluse people are rude and dont think before they talk.any thanks for tellin it how it is :)

Veronica Mullemeister
Veronica Seymour6 years ago

Lovely article!

Hege Torset
Hege Torset6 years ago


Carla Manning
Carla M6 years ago

thanks so much for putting this out there doc :) i'm doing my clinicals right now at a ob/gyn office and i'm a mom so i can really appreciate what you are saying