Your shame game is lame

First and foremost I would like to take a moment and thank the good old Chicago land area for finally getting its s*** together and kicking winter to the curb. I mean the snow was cool (ha literally) and all in December but come on, when is snow in May that's right MAY okay?! I am all for Chicago giving good old mother nature a snickers bar next winter because girl seriously must of been hangry to pull that one over on all of us. All jokes aside, I would officially like to welcome Summer into all of our lives. Hello sun (if this rain ever stops), warm weather, beach filled days and a bucket load of unnecessary shame. That is right, summer=shame but hey if nobody has told you, your shame game is lame.

If your kid is anything like mine they have probably been asking since I don't know January when the pools are going to open. I really thought the pool filled with snow and ice on the way to work everyday would of given it away to my daughter but nope, she insisted on asking me EVERY. SINGLE. DAMN. DAY. And just like the weather, the month of May took its sweet old time getting here. Kind of like my daughter does when we are in a hurry and she decides she wants to put her shoes and coat on herself. It is like watching paint dry. Ten years later and the month of may has finally arrived and so has the opening of the germ filled, horrible smelling pools (and no her shoes are still not on). And while my 3 year old may be (okay is) jumping with joy, I on the other hand am jittery with anxiety and a heaping side of self esteem issues. Welcome to the lovely thing called the shame game.

A mother cannot just simply take her kid to the pool and have a wonderfully relaxing time. Oh no, she must first endure endless staring. If she makes it past that, she must endure rude remarks. And if she passes both of those by the grace of God, she must endure the feeling of her self esteem being slowly stripped away.

Wear a two piece? Girl please, you need to cover up. No one wants to see those stretch marks or mom pouch. Look amazing post partum? You are just wearing that to bring attention to yourself. You must not eat to look that good. Wear a one piece? Where did you get that from, your moms closet? No one dare wears a one piece to a pool filled with young people, you have to be kidding me. And that my friends is just the tip of the iceberg.

I have seen moms publicly shamed on social media sites for their "summer bodies". I have seen men yes grown men point at, laugh at and make rude remarks to women as they pass by in their bathing suits. Even worse more times then not, I have seen other women silently judging and giving the side eye to women for what their bodies look like. You know the petty whispering in each others ears about someone, the stuff high school clicks thrive on? Yeah, that dumb s***. Let me tell you it doesn't stop once you leave high school, it gets worse. And as grown men and women, we know better. We should no we NEED to be better. Your shame game is down right lame.

Do you even know what it takes for a mom to put a bathing suit on? The shear amount of self judgment, self questioning and self confidence it takes to just get into a suit. Well let me tell you, it takes a lot. It does not come without negative comments and wishful thinking about certain parts of our bodies. We don't go through all of that just to have it thrown back into our face the minute we walk into the pool. So please do me a favor, if you feel the need to make a remark about our bodies, bite your tongue and keep your mouth shut.

Women are amazing, their bodies are even more amazing. They have the power to carry another human life inside of them. I think we can all agree that women are bad a** warriors. Not many can say their stomach was home to another human. So hey, those stretch marks they are warrior stripes, you earned them. That mom pouch, well its just all the more lovable for your sweet babies. It will always be a reminder of the miracle of life you created. So put on that damn bathing suit and stop being so hard on yourself. Drown out the voices and side eyes around you and you know what, give a middle finger to the world around you. There is not one thing about your body you should be ashamed of, for you were beautifully and wonderfully made. Own that two piece, one piece or whatever kind of piece suits they are making now. Seriously though, I don't even know what goes where with half of the suits in stores now. But in all seriousness, love your body, love your babies but most of all, love yourself. Your shame game is lame, get a new summer hobby.

Ps. Those women in the magazines well, they don't even look like those women in the magazines. Love and own your Mom bod!:)