Took my children swimming today. This isn’t unusual, it’s one of our favourite things to do together. My kids are confident in the pool, more so than me and therefore like to swim and do tricks underwater. I’m trying to tone up a bit so despite having to supervise them, I try to keep my legs moving. Mainly treading water or doing knees ups.

My son emerged from the water and gave me a sweet and heartfelt compliment:

“Mummy, your bum isn’t as big and wobbly as it was on holiday last year!”

He said this with such delight that I had no choice but to accept it as the acknowledgement that it was and not be offended by the underlying insult that is clearly there.

Yes I do have wobbly bits. Yes I’ve been working on decreasing them. It might just be paying off.

It made me reflect on how life is full of wobbliness. Wobbly bits. Wobbly emotions. Wobbly love lives.

Last year on the holiday where my arse was apparently resembling jelly at a kids birthday party, I was super self conscious about how I looked. I’m very white and don’t bother to fake tan so I immediately felt ridiculous around the poolside. My ridicularity was only increased when I got burnt and resembled a half baked lobster. Then I spotted a beautiful mother of 3 with her amazing toned body and a toned husband to match. I’ll be honest I felt like 💩

I’ve just come back from a child free holiday to Majorca. This time I felt a lot less self conscious about how I look. Yes I’m still white and yes I’ve still turned a nice shade of red. And yes thanks to a dodgy tummy my stomach was that little bit flatter. But may be I’m learning to like myself a bit more. Or learning to care less about what others think. Or not comparing myself and how I look so much.

Whatever it is I’ll take it and hope my self esteem doesn’t take another wobbly downfall.