The sad truth is that the beauty standard has changed. Even Venus (the goddess of love and beauty, pictured above) would be a plus-size model. But in my opinion, Botticelli had it right. I'm certain he used only post-partum women for his models (check out those birthing hips) and in all honesty, what is more beautiful that a woman whose body was able to bring life into the world?
I am proud of my body, for its ability to deliver three beautiful babies into this world, and for it being so considerate as to leave me with stretch marks for each one--my own little tattoos. I'm proud that my body can sustain the life of my littlest baby. I'm proud that my body is strong and I can move furniture with my husband so we don't always have to call on the neighbors for help. I'm proud that I can run 3.1 miles while pushing a stroller and still have a bit of energy left over when I'm through. Now if only I can convey this message of body-love to my daughter who will soon be taught by friends and the media that Kate Moss is now the ideal--so help me God.
By the way, I'm still going to run and eat well, but I want my children to have a healthy ideal, not one that can end in tragedy.