
After I gave birth, I felt disfigured and damaged. I was. I had stitches and was injured
there. I shook. Immediately I decided -
this isn't happening. No one must know. I started doing Kegels obsessively.
I worked hard at trying to keep my sexual self image after my son was born....but it felt like a lie. I was wearing black lace bras and ripped down the front wife beaters to show off my milk bar, but I was terrified of intercourse. I did heal and we did eventually resume our sexual life, however my self image had changed. I was trying to subvert the image of the sexless mother, but only on the surface. It took me a few years to come to terms with myself- my changed body, my relationship with my husband and son, with myself.
I'm of two minds about the Angelina Jolie/yummy mummy phenom: on one hand, I want to be one, of course I do. But on the other, I feel like I can never live up to that. It just creates another thing for women to feel bad about themselves...it doesn't provide us with a real view of sexuality and motherhood. The horniness of pregnancy, yes, but celebrities don't show us passing blood clots for weeks afterwards, stretch marks, nipples a mile long from breastfeeding, or the lovely but strange eroticism of loving a new human being that just came out of your body.
I'm pregnant now, and totally into my body: my breasts are full, I'm wearing tight clothes to show off the belly and boobs...and I'm aware this will be last time I'll feel like this. Full, all that extra blood, walking anticipation.
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