Comments on: Keep Going. It Helps.

By: laurie

laurie — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 05:00:25 +0000

I left San Francisco, visited my sister in San Diego and immediately purchased a dress that would not be “safe” at home for my curves, as you say. And I wore it to brunch, and I looked appropriate, and I felt great.

Coincidence that I’d just been to Blogher? Probably not. I’m going to try to be a little easier on myself this year.

Loved meeting you.

lauries last blog post..Contextually speaking

By: Natalie

Natalie — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:52:39 +0000

OMG!
How did I miss this? You’ve been blogging! I lost track of you ’cause I thought you’d stopped.

Glad I (accidentally and can’t remember how) found you again.

Natalies last blog post..Minutia

By: mp

mp — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 18:55:07 +0000

OK..so your son made me cry over his camp stuff…now Mallory made me cry. You do realize that you have brilliant children…

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By: Aafrica

Aafrica — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 17:28:44 +0000

i believe confidence is everything. it takes time and, as you said, practice. a confident daughter comes from a confident mother. i can see that in your family, from your mom to your daughter. i'm so admiring you! Aafricas last blog post..

By: Wendy

Wendy — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 16:32:20 +0000

Great post, Kelly.

My girls are so little yet, and I am trying hard to change that piece of me that is so self-critical. Seems my Mom was always on some sort of diet when I was growing up – no size was ever quite right for her, and still isn’t. I want my girls to grow up confident and happy with themselves – and its such a struggle to get to that point with myself, so I can be a good example.

Wendys last blog post..Love Bites

By: Andrea's Sweet Life

Andrea's Sweet Life — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 05:21:09 +0000

You and your daughter BOTH project a sense of belonging in the space you are in… very, very admirable.

And girl, I am a midget compared to you (especially in the photo of you, me and Bossy) but I never once said a thing about how tall you are! How cool am I?

By: All Adither

All Adither — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:28:53 +0000

Tall is cool, yo. Though I didn't think that, either, when I was six-two at the age of 16. Only the very brave boys would slow dance with me. All Adithers last blog post..Jeans shopping Anywhere in America

By: gwendomama

gwendomama — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 02:10:24 +0000

blahblah mallory this, mallory that!
wish i had met you earlier on IRL…
you are a treat. why were we taking different freeways the whole weekend? NOT EVEN AN ELEVATOR ENCOUNTER…

(unless you were in disguise and one of those people who was stuck in the elevator with me and all…can you please explain this to me? a phlog? a blougher? WHAT IS BOFF HER?? and i suppressed giggles…were you?)

gwendomamas last blog post..Blogher 08 in a (Very Large) Nutshell

By: MeL

MeL — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:05:58 +0000

BlogHer was soothing balm to my tender pregnant ego. Whether they were telling a kind lie or not, so many women said to me – sincerely enough that I believed them – that I was a beautiful, radiant, glowing pregnant woman. “Wow, it’s just belly! You hardly even look pregnant behind that bowling ball!” etc, etc, etc.
While I may be self-deprecating at times, I’ve also grown more comfortable in my own skin than I ever was in my younger days – days when I had a taut body that I should have adored! But experience and life have taught me to love the stretch marks, to appreciate every wrinkle, and to focus on the assets that give me confidence.
As the child of a mother who was sharing diet pills with I was 16, I had a pretty screwed up body image for a long time. Worse than that, I thought that appearance was all that mattered. Now? Now appearance is great, something to be accentuated as best I can manage, but it’s the inside that I let shine out that I hope draws people in and makes them think “I want to know this girl”. I hope it’s that I have a ready smile, a listening ear, and a willingness to make a fool of myself if it will make someone else smile. Oh, and also my fantastic boobs.

MeLs last blog post..Of Birth Days and Birthdays.

By: Gillian

Gillian — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 20:51:52 +0000

What timing this post has in my life. My baby is 3 months old, and I find myself looking with tears in my eyes at pix of J.Lo’s post-baby body . . . Nicole Richie . . . Xtina . . . etc. etc. I don’t need to go on. I hate on myself, and berate myself, and that is NOT the media’s fault. It’s my own damn fault for looking them up, and comparing my Full Time Job No Maid No Trainer No Chef life to theirs. Of course they have slimmed down more quickly than I have – like 80% of the time their bodies are their whole job, while sitting my raggedy tired self down at a computer all day is mine.

I used to feel beautiful but I am finding it very hard these postpartum days. I really want to hide. You are right. I need to declare my sack o’ belly skin as beautiful, the former home of my completely astonishing son, and spend my energy doing something else – energy these days (and I fear all days from here on out) is in short supply.

Those shoes, by the way, are HOTT.