<div><p>Being self-conscious of your body is a common ailment that most of us face- especially after becoming moms. </p><p>Whether we are trying to hide weight gain, stretch marks, C-section scars or just general unhappiness with our bodies, we tend to avoid being in photos whenever we can for fear of capturing a body image that we cringe at the sight of. </p><p>One mom's, sad story reminds us to drop the excuses and jump in the photos. </p><div><figure><a href="http://create.mopro.com/173273/blog/post/moments-we-take-for-granted" target="_blank"><amp-img src="https://www.shared.com/content/images/2017/04/c27e0bdf-a4d5-41c7-aa9c-649a61ab46b7.jpg" srcset="https://www.shared.com/content/images/2017/04/c27e0bdf-a4d5-41c7-aa9c-649a61ab46b7_GH_content_550px.jpg 550w" sizes="89vw" title="" alt="" height="9" width="16" layout="responsive"></amp-img></a><figcaption class="op-vertical-center"><cite><a href="http://create.mopro.com/173273/blog/post/moments-we-take-for-granted" target="_blank">One Fit Widow</a></cite></figcaption></figure></div><p>In a Facebook post, Michelle Steinke, mom of 2, posted a photo of her in 2008 with her infant son. Along with the image, she explains the significance that really hits home for most of us. </p><p>"I suppose we all have regrets. We shouldn't, but we do. One of my biggest regrets is that I wasn't in many photos. My self-hate and loathing kept me from taking photos of my babies and photos with the man I loved."</p><div><amp-facebook data-href="https://www.facebook.com/OneFitWidow/posts/917822095026724:0" layout="responsive" height="600" width="640"></amp-facebook></div><p><!-- [invalid-shortcode] --></p><p>"I can tell you now it was stupid. I can tell you my kids loved me regardless of my weight. I can tell you my husband loved me irrespective of my body. I can tell you when he was gone and they started to grow I regretted not being in more photos and loving the life I was living when I was living it. Hindsight is always 20/20."</p><p>Michelle lost her husband Mitch in a plane crash in 2009. At the time of the accident, her daughter Addison was 3 years old and her son Matthew in the picture was only 13 months old. </p><p>"The day he died, all I cared about was the memories we made, the trips we took and the photos of our whole family. I regret not being in the photos."</p><div><figure><a href="http://create.mopro.com/173273/blog/post/10-regrets-of-a-young-widowed-mom" target="_blank"><amp-img src="https://www.shared.com/content/images/2017/04/b3fb691f-929f-4cfb-8d0a-75ce5f4c8cb5.jpg" srcset="https://www.shared.com/content/images/2017/04/b3fb691f-929f-4cfb-8d0a-75ce5f4c8cb5_GH_content_550px.jpg 550w" sizes="89vw" title="" alt="" height="9" width="16" layout="responsive"></amp-img></a><figcaption class="op-vertical-center"><cite><a href="http://create.mopro.com/173273/blog/post/10-regrets-of-a-young-widowed-mom" target="_blank">One Fit Widow</a></cite></figcaption></figure></div><p><!-- [invalid-shortcode] --></p><p>"You can always work on improving yourself but this moment will never come again. Don't waste it wishing you were more."</p><p></p></div>