The blues tried to sing their song to me
In the 2 inches too tight pre-baby blue jeans
And the stretch mark maps across my stomach
And my loose abdominal muscles.
The blues tried to sing their song to me
In my sore and tender breasts
And in the thickness of my thighs
And in the number on the scale.
The blues tried to sing their song to me
In frustration towards myself
And through misplaced expectations
And in my mind as I learned and loved.
After some thought
I decided to one-up the blues.
I picked the bold, brightest color.
Yellow.
And I practiced singing back.
My voice was feeble and unsure at first,
But as the weeks go on,
It grows stronger and bolder
As I sing the yellows.
I sing the yellows
in the way my stomach
was the perfect home for my baby
Full of love and nurture and protection.
I sing the yellows
In the way my muscles
Rode the waves of contractions
Strong and sure.
I sing the yellows
In the way my strong thighs
Supported my body through labor and delivery
And now, in the way I move around in the world.
I sing the yellows
In the way my breasts
Produce nourishment
And immunity as I feed my baby.
I sing the yellows
In the way the number on the scale
Dances, up and down
throughout life's seasons.
I sing the yellows
With a joyful smile
And a capable, intelligent mind,
And arms wrapped around my baby.
Sometimes the blues try to sing again.
But I stop them
With yellow sunbeams
of sunshine and gratitude.
And I sing the postpartum body yellows.
Postpartum Body Yellows video on Instagram
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