Some Norwegian soccer star's wife gave birth, and took a picture four days afterwards to prove she's still a smoking hottie.
That's her, and yep, she's a smoking hottie, despite just popping out a new Skandiwhovian kid. However, let's take a few things into perspective here, shall we?
Low body fat - she kept herself in shape throughout the pregnancy. She didn't sit back eating Bon-Bons and ice cream while making excuses that "I'm eating for two!" Yes you are, one adult and one baby, not two elephants. I guarantee that Mrs. Eriksen was eating healthy foods while pregnant, not Ho-Ho's, Ding Dongs, McDonald's, or any of the other processed crap food that people love to eat.
Muscles - she worked out while pregnant, unlike many modern folks who seem to think that any activity in any form will damage the baby, even though the luxury of NOT working while pregnant is only about 100 years old.
Genetics - she hit the lottery, but that wouldn't mean anything without points one and two above.
Bottom line? You want that body up there in that photo, you have to work for it. Hard work. Dedication. Day in and day out, never taking a day off, controlling what you put in your body and what you do with it. And most folks don't have that kind of dedication. I know I don't; if I didn't enjoy my food and wiskey so much, I'd have the body of Adonis. As it is, I'm fighting the battle of the bulge. Winning, slowly, but still fighting it. But I refuse to give up my bacon, or my pasta (I've cut back on that, but not given it up). I'm willing to bet that Mrs. Eriksen up there hasn't had a bite of pasta in years. So that she can look like that. And then she gets crap for it, by people who are too jealous of what she has to look at their own actions.
Bah. I need to run more.