I am Mom Sexy

My fellow Mommy Blogger the Mommyologist is also the mom behind the Mom Sexy Revolution.  According to the Mommyologist the Mom Sexy Revolution is a:

“mission to remind moms everywhere that even though we don’t look or feel like we did before we had kids, that doesn’t mean that we have to give up our sexy. We are still hot. We are still beautiful. And we are sexy as hell. Because we are experienced. We are confident. And we have earned every roll, every dimple, and every single bag under our eyes. Our imperfections are what make us different and unique, and they make us Mom Sexy.”

So after peeing her pants at a Zumba class the Mommyologist decided to celebrate her Mom Sexy Bloggoversary by offering us up a challenge to write a post to answer one of the following:

“I (did such and such), but I’m still Mom Sexy.”

“I may have (blankity blank), but I’m still Mom Sexy.”

“I’m not (blah blah blah), but I’m still Mom Sexy.”

Since I am generally an overachiever my plan was to answer each and every one of these Mom Sexy challenges, until another one of my fellow Mommy Bloggers Accustomed Chaos posted My Breasts are Fabulous and I Breastfeed.  Essentially, this post details new research that proves, despite popular belief, breastfeeding does not cause saggy breasts. 

So, now, if you’re like me, you no longer have breastfeeding babies to blame for your less than perky boobies.  According to the research (and the comment I left on Accustomed Chaos’ site) along with the flap around my middle, the never-fading-stretch marks, the twenty pounds of leftover baby weight and the not-so-blond-anymore hair, I can chalk saggy breasts as one more thing three pregnancies left me with.

 So… since I can’t think of much else now except what pregnancy did to my body, without further ado…

“I may have a mommy flap, purple stretch marks, more than a few extra pounds, saggy breasts and not-so-natural blond hair but I’m still
Mom Sexy.”

And the proof:

Yesterday I was rushing downtown for a meeting and was thrilled when I finally found a street parking spot.  I opened my door to step out of my mini van and then had to reach into the middle console to get change for the meter.  Just as I was turning around I faintly heard someone yell “MILF” and noticed three teenage boys walking on the opposite side of the street. 

I know I should be mildly offended, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that appropriate or not, it made my day. 

I may not look like I did before I started having babies and I definitely drive the undisputed mommy-mobile (the mini van) but clearly, according to three random teenage boys, I am Mom Sexy!