In honor of Mother’s Day I am focusing this post on
motherhood and our relationships with our bodies. I dedicate this post to my mother whose
INCREDIBLE body has supported and nurtured me in every way there was to.
All of us are here on this planet because our mothers (or at
least A woman) had a BODY that was able to foster our genesis, house us for
nine months and then birth us. It
mattered not whether these bodies were “perfect” by traditional standards –
they were perfect in their ability to facilitate our lives. Our first relationship to a woman’s body is
through this experience of life. And yet
how quickly we seem to lose the recognition and honoring of women’s bodies as
being capable of such a miracle. . .
The relationship between motherhood and women’s bodies in
this society is REALLY MESSED UP. Glossy
magazines and gossip shows openly celebrate women who manage to keep themselves
petite during pregnancy. If a famous
woman gains what is considered to be TOO much weight during pregnancy she is
openly criticized and often asked to become a spokeswoman for diet
companies. These famous women are then
celebrated if they manage to “lose all their baby weight” within months of
giving birth (never mind that these women have access to personal trainers,
dieticians, nannies, etc.). And even
with non-famous women we tend to commend the women in our lives for “getting
rid of the baby fat” quickly and look at them with side-long glances if it
seems like they’re gaining more than the appropriate amount of baby weight (as
if their weight gain is ANY of our business – but this is a topic I will touch
on in a later post). I recently saw a
picture of a woman in a gossip magazine that had the caption, “It’s as if she
didn’t even have a baby at all!!” and that was clearly supposed to be a GOOD
thing. HOW IS THAT A GOOD THING?!?! She had a baby!! That is AWESOME. That is AMAZING. Why should a woman’s body have to visibly erase
that incredible history?
If you have had a baby you are GOING to gain weight, you are
GOING to get stretch marks, you are GOING to change – and that is GREAT because
those changes are the things that allow us women to have babies. Your body may
never go back to the way it was before the baby – but you know what? neither will
your life and that is the beauty (and the great challenge) of having kids!! It makes me so sad to see many of the women I
know depressed over the way they look after having a baby. I can totally understand that it is difficult
to feel that suddenly the body you are in is not your own but to feel bad about
yourself because of what society says your body should look like after you have
a baby is really a shame. And this is
where, I believe, the messages we send women about their bodies is nothing less
than a form of oppression and abuse.
Having babies is one of the most powerful testaments to a woman’s
strength and greatness that there is – so what do we do? we find a way of
making her feel bad about herself immediately after such an incredible moment of
connection with the power of her body. Maybe
“we’re” afraid of what would happen if a woman was truly connected to the
immense power of her mind/body/spirit after she has a baby – after all an
empowered woman seems to be considered a dangerous woman in our society. To the women out there who are feeling badly
about their bodies post-baby I would say, REMEMBER it is your body that allowed
you to bring this beautiful, wonderful creature onto this Earth – your body
should be celebrated, worshipped, taken care of and HONORED.
If you are a partner of someone who has just given birth be
SURE to let your woman know that you still find her beautiful, attractive and
sexy. Tell her that you recognize and
are GRATEFUL for what her body just did (to help bring your child into this
world). Remember that her body is going
through great changes (hormonally and physically) and that you really, at the
end of the day, can’t imagine what she’s going through. If you’re not happy about the way she looks I
would suggest you go do the personal meditation/work/speaking to a therapist
you need to do to figure out how your thinking is abusive and oppressive.
Lastly I call upon US – the daughters (or sons for the men
reading this) out there (with or without our own children) to think about our
relationship with our own mother’s bodies.
Have we praised our mothers for being skinny and aspired to be the
same? Have we called our mothers fat
(either to their faces or behind their backs)?
Do we say, “I hope I don’t look like my mom when I am her age?” We are talking about the same body that
shepherded us onto this planet – shouldn’t we show it the utmost respect no
matter its shape or size?
So – on this Mothers Day and really ANY day, tell your
mother (and/or the mother of your children) how beautiful she is – inside AND
out and be grateful that, at this time, there is a body for you to hug, touch
and celebrate life’s journey with. For
those who have lost mothers they loved I’m sure they would say they would give
anything for one more hug – no matter what shape or size the woman is who gave
that embrace.
A wonderful post, and exactly relevant to what I have been sketching out in my head to muse here on your awesome blog! I bring another facet to the conversation about what is represented as an admirable body - I have a physical disability. If you think it's difficult to find representations of the beauty of women's bodies above a BMI of 17, try looking for representations of female beauty with joint contractures, or missing limbs, or paralysis! I have had Juvenile Rheumatoid/Idiopathic Arthritis since I was 2 years old, and slowly, my body became more and more "bent," such that now, whenever I see a new physician they marvel at my ability to do what I do - be a mother, professor, friend, active member of society. Yes, gasp, I have decided to be human! But, that's another story...
ReplyDeleteAs for my relationship with my body, throughout the vast majority of my life, I would characterize it as full of animosity and disappointment. Not only did I not look like what was portrayed as beautiful and acceptable, but I also could not DO many of the things I wanted to do. Because my body would not look and act as I wanted it to, I formed a very hostile relationship with it, as if it was some annoying entity outside of my self that I unfortunately had to put up with day in and day out. This led to a lot of pathos and self-fragmentation, and pain. My stubbornness and pride allowed me to fight back against the physicians, relatives, friends, etc., who said I couldn't do X, Y, & Z because of this dreadful body of mine. I succeeded in SPITE of, not because of, my body. It took 2 things to turn this around: starting my Buddhist practice, and becoming a mother.
My Buddhist practice (there are MANY different forms of Buddhism - I chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, with the SGI-USA) opened my eyes to the precious, infinite potential of EVERY life, including my own. It gave me the courage to look at how negatively I viewed myself, and provided the support to help me to challenge and change it. I began to see my body, not as my adversary, but as a source of encouragement to others. We all have struggles, but we can all overcome them to be happy. My bodily karma had begun to transform into my mission to help others become happy. Without this, I would never have had the wisdom and courage it took to decide to become a mom.
VAST amounts of self-doubt, fear, and uncertainty had to be addressed as I decided to start this new adventure of motherhood. Could this body of mine even handle it? As one of my relatives asked me when my husband and I announced my pregnancy, "You can DO that?!" Yes, apparently, I could. Not only could I do it, but I did it extraordinarily. Pregnancy was AMAZING - I felt the power, the strength, the miracle of my body for the first time. Through the process of becoming a mother, I awakened to the power of womanhood, and finally began to love and respect this body. I also began to see how my motherhood challenged many people's assumptions of what individuals with a physical disability could do.
Shortly after giving birth, when out with my family, a little girl asked her mother, "Why is that lady in the wheelchair holding a little baby?" I told her quite simply and kindly, "Because he is my little baby." My son is now 5 years old, and I am continuously amazed at the enormity of LOVE I feel, and also the physical strength being his mother gives me. As we cruise around town, he sometimes sitting on my lap in my electric wheelchair, I see expressions of wonderment, disbelief, incredulity, awe. My body is a vessel for opening people's eyes, for challenging societal assumptions of ability and of beauty, and I thank you for the opportunity to celebrate it!