There’s a giant collective social media gasp going on about Jenny McCarthy’s tweeted pregnancy weight photo. I think most people either love Jenny McCarthy for her outspoken and witty personality or they hate her for her annoyingly good looks. I, personally, think she has always been hilarious and I love anybody who can take themselves with a grain of salt. Sure she’s absolutely gorgeous, but hey everybody can’t be perfect. We’ve all got our burdens to bear and her’s just so happens to be that she is just too damn good looking.
So, while I’ve been visiting all of my favorite places in social media this week (Momversation, HerSay and The Stir) I’ve come across the photo of her weighing 200+ pounds multiple times and I have one thing to say …. You go girl with your bad ass self! As a fellow Mommy, how could I not love someone who is a self proclaimed Mommy Warrior and Cellulite Killer?
Let’s be honest, how many of us would disclose, little lone tweet, photos of ourselves in less than our peak physical condition? Hell, isn’t that part of why we love social media so much? We can hide behind our computers and only release what we want to the general public..after it’s been cropped above the waist ( so you don’t see our big Twitter asses), Photoshopped (so that you can’t see all the dark circles under our eyes from no sleep from crazy kids) or at the very least, we can put on our make-up and hair ( no one needs to know we are wearing our pajama bottoms with spit up on them in our vlogs).
The Weight of Imperfection
I’ve seen our “baby bump” photos we share with one another, they are normally the most flattering ones we can find. Who wants to admit they looked like they ate for four? But I think it takes guts and/or balls to be honest about your authentic self. We live in a world that is so perfect-body obsessed and body image twisted that we all run around trying to keep up with the imaginary, Photoshopped Joneses. *News Flash..This Just In…THOSE FUCKERS DON’T EXIST! During pregnancy, our body is not our own and we have to relinquish some control and accept, to a degree, that we can not be a flawless size zero while growing a human. I know it’s hard…how I know.
When I think of Jenny McCarthy, I think of this
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I only think Jenny McCarthy is more awesome for losing all that weight after gaining it during pregnancy. Hell, I only gained 18 pounds with each pregnancy but I had already gained 50 with the marriage. I lost all the baby weight by the time I walked out of the hospital with my baby in my arms, but that marriage weight? That’s something entirely different, 12 years later and I’m still trying to lose that.
Forget about the Weight
I commend Jenny McCarthy for showing us all that she is human. In doing so, she’s become a super hero to me. Thank you for being one bad ass honest Mommy!
Let’s all take a cue from Jenny and release ourselves from the shackles of the myth of perfection. Be the you that makes you happy. Own it! Love yourself honestly and unconditionally; the world will follow suit. Good, bad, ugly, overweight, or under weight.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]