One of the greatest things that starts to happen after you have a baby is how you start to own your stuff. Partially because your new life is about efficiency and partially because you are thrown into survival mode, you stop indulging in petty insecurities and wanderings of the ego. You realize you have become a warrior by the sheer fact that you just grew, carried and birthed a small human and are now the main source of said human's daily livelihood. It is so refreshing to stand in this new space and realize that you don't serve anyone better (least of all yourself or your new impressionable child) by chiding yourself for those last 5 lbs that won't come off or feeling like you started your career a little too late or wishing you could become a zen master during rush hour commutes.
It feels pretty damn good to get comfortable in your own skin.
