Ah, the body-shamers. Always there to make us women feel like crap if we don’t look like some photoshopped, airbrushed supermodel.
I was watching the Super Bowl last night with three other moms. And the minute we saw Lady Gaga bare her belly, we collectively started grinning.
“I love her stomach,” I said.
“Yes!” My friend Jacquie agreed.
I mean, how incredibly awesome to see Gaga proudly show her abs? Her normal, healthy abs. I wanted to jump through the TV and thank her. Thank her for making me feel normal.
I’ve felt very insecure about my stomach since having kids. I gained 65 pounds with my first and nearly as much with my second. And my abs never really recovered. I have stretch marks. And loose skin. And my stomach pooches over my pants a bit, just like Lady Gaga’s (or actually, a LOT more than Lady Gaga’s). And you know what? I’m sick of feeling like crap about it. I’m sick of society making me feel like there’s something wrong with me, or I’m not beautiful, because my body bears the marks of making two human beings.
Shortly after we celebrated the awesomeness that was Lady Gaga’s teeny, tiny belly roll, one of my friends remarked that she was going to catch hell for it. And of course she did. The body-shamers came out to troll her. And that sucks.
So this is my cry to cut it out. Stoppit. I don’t want to hear some man’s opinion about Lady Gaga’s—or any other woman’s—stomach ever again. I don’t want to hear one woman tearing another down because she has an inch (or twenty) of skin around her middle.
And to Lady Gaga I say, THANK YOU! Thank you for being real. For being raw. For being you. The world needs more of that.