Would You Get A New Mom Makeover?
Tanning, plucking, blowouts and more. Are pre-baby beauty treatments over the top?
Pregnant ladies are flocking to beauty parlors to get plucked, tanned, dyed and airbrushed to look perfect for those new mom photos. The UK Daily Mail reports that salons have had a 10% increase in requests for pre-baby beauty treatments. Called pre-baby makeovers, or delivery day makeovers, moms-to-be are getting themselves gussied up so they can poop on the delivery room floor in style.
Me? I got a haircut. And not because of the photos, but because I needed one. Seriously, it had been nine months of pre-natal vitamins and not one trim.
I support women looking good and feeling good about their bodies. But I’m not on board with this trend. Pre-baby makeovers seem like just another way to sanitize the birth experience and set unrealistic standards for our bodies and ourselves. You just pushed a human out of your vagina, you can look like a schlump. You’ve earned it. And really, whats so wrong with that?
We’ve set up a standard in our society where women are judged on their post-baby bodies. A little lingering fat is heavily criticized, a mom back in her size twos (no matter the cost) before the six-week grace period is up is praised. MILF-status is our highest goal. But why? Our bodies aren’t here to serve our vanity and adhere to the standards of beauty set by an airbrush-filter-and-photoshop-it world. Looking good is great. Feeling good is important. But even more valuable is being healthy and allowing our bodies the grace they need to breathe, to rest, to nourish and replenish, not just for ourselves but for the little ones we’ve chosen to bear.
Motherhood, especially those first early days, late nights and that long first year, is a time of transition. Our bodies are not entirely our own. Even if breastfeeding isn’t for you, the mom body is still indentured to the baby: schlepping, snuggling, hauling, wrangling, dangling, being peed on, pooped on, spit up on, poked, scraped, bitten, and loved. The process of motherhood is a gradual separation of the child from our bodies; at first literally and then figuratively. It takes years for our children not to need us physically, so why do we put such unrealistic physical demands on our bodies to act as if no one just slid out of that birth canal bringing vast quantities of bodily fluids?
More important than the question: How soon until you fit into your pre-baby jeans? Are the questions: Are you healthy? Are you getting rest? Are you drinking water? Do you need me to pick up some more of those gigantic pads for you?
I’m no Saint. I brought my straightener into the birthing room and yes, I used it. Along with some under-eye concealer. Why? Because I’m vain. And yeah, I cringed when my two-year-old asked when the “other baby” was going to come out, and when the mom at a lemonade stand asked me when I was due. I smiled, “I gave birth last week.” She apologized and gave me a free cookie. Obviously, I ate it.
But I have no interest in hiding, filtering, or airbrushing out the bags under my eyes, the sweat on my head, or even my chubby thighs. To me, I look good in all of my postpartum pictures, because when I see them, I see the body that birthed two wonderful children. Why would I want to hide the evidence of that behind make up and a spray tan?
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