Motherhood is messy. At least my version of it is. It?s not the picture-perfect scene you see on social media. You know the one I?m talking about: The heavily coiffed, svelte new mom with beachy waves, looking like she stepped out of a J. Crew catalogue. Her house is spotless with not one piece of evidence to suggest she even has a baby. She?s juggling everything: Her career, her husband, her children, her friends and her coffee…without one stain on her perfectly chic outfit.
No, this is not reality. Or at least, it?s not mine.

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"I'm constantly in pain and uncomfortable:" Whitney Port on the worst part of motherhood

Let me give you a little visual of what my typical ?look? consists of these days?

It starts with fluffy socks. You know, the kind you can purchase at the convenience store in the airport" Yeah, those. Moving on up we?ve got Ugg boots from the eighth grade and sweats wearing so thin they?re getting holes in the crotch. There?s a pump bra around my waist, while my soft nursing bra keeps my newly sagging, once perky boobs, from hitting my belly button (I exaggerate here, but fear it will be true one day). I?m wearing a sweatshirt that says Britney, Bitch and my skin is dry and patchy; new wrinkles seem to ap...