This part of me, I have lent it out, given it, abandoned it... My body is tired, wrinkled, damaged. It bears indelible lines, marks that nothing will be able to erase. It has changed, a lot. It has almost become a stranger. I feel like I have lost contact with it.
It took me almost 365 days to just feel "normal," or, better yet, stable mentally and physically. Almost another year later and I'm finally feeling strong, lithe and sexy again -- in a whole new way, much different than before my pregnancy.
With all the fuss over Beyonce's post-baby body, I'd like to take a moment to talk about my wife's post-pregnancy body. I understand that women spend years of anguish fighting and cursing that baby weight, but that is not necessarily what's on the husband's mind.