I’ve never been profoundly confident. As a chubby kid, I wanted desperately to shrink. As much as I wanted to measure my success in good grades and true friends, the feeling of being overweight tethered me to a meager amount of self-esteem that stayed at a low level well into adulthood. But getting pregnant and sensing that I was fulfilling a certain destiny I had imagined for myself helped to fill my cup of confidence. There were even some pregnancy moments that proved I could handle childbirth like a champ; a vision I had never thought possible as someone suffering from low self-esteem and, thanks to my body image issues, pervasive feelings of failure.
I also realized, and rather quickly, that I can’t “win” parenthood. There have been countless times when I’ve felt like I’ve been failing as a mom. Since I work full-time, I’ve had to contend with being pulled in multiple directions and spending a ton of energy shifting priorities around to make sure there was enough of me for everything. That’s…
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