It took me awhile to come to terms with my body. And by awhile I mean a year. Pretending to be the perfect mother who didn't have stretch marks. Trying to cover them up every chance I got, because I was seriously terrified about what someone might be thinking. Well, I'm through with that noise! And here's why.
They are not going anywhere! Face it. It's the hard truth. I've spent money and time lathering oils and lotions all over my stomach in hopes that in a few months they would slowly fade, but they didn't! They won't! In time they will fade. That is true. But completely? No. Immediately? Nope. I know this isn't what you want to hear, but bear with me, I promise I'm getting somewhere with this.
If I waited until they're totally gone to show my face at the beach again I'd be waiting a lifetime. That's a lifetime of stress wondering what others think of me. It's a losing battle. I'm dropping the weight but the stretch marks are here to stay! I'm taking pride in them and you should too. We are the real deal. We carried and gave birth to another human being.
Let's recoil from this dark place we've placed ourselves in, scared of what others are going to say or think. Our stretch marks have a story. Our baby's story. Would we ever feel ashamed of our children? Of course not! Why should we be ashamed of our stretch marks? That's where their story began.
You are beautiful!
Great article! So True... Those are not scars those are trophies of blessing!
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