I distinctly remember the day when I told my hubby- while I was sans shirt- that I hoped I never got "bear claws" and he told me "babe I think you might have a few". I literally thought he was joking. So I looked in the mirror and to my horror there were marks on the under-side of my belly...and they only continued to multiply like crazy as my pregnancy went on. I thought to myself (and even cried to a few) that "this was a 25 year old girls worst nightmare". I got consolations in return or the whole tiger stripes speech and at the time I thought it was a bunch of bs.
BUT honestly nearly 7 months postpartum- I can say- i am truly learning to be okay with my body and find confidence in who I am beyond the skin on my belly. I have found that our imperfections aren't the end of the world- and that I am lucky to have this body. This body held a baby full-term when I was convinced, after 2 miscarriages, that my body maybe wasn't able to hold a child. I have found that my husbands love and attraction for me isn't based on the stretched out skin on my belly. He still finds me beautiful.
When my baby boy looks at me with his big, sparkling, brown eyes and smiles i know that it was all more than worth it.
So what is the point in me sharing this today? Why put myself out there like this and be so open about something so hard to share? Because I know I'm not the only one that has experienced this or is going to experience this.
Someone beautiful inside and out is reading this and no longer thinks they are pretty. They might even be ashamed to let their husband see their body. I am here to tell you that you are still you. You still have that contagious laugh, you're still that hardworking woman, you've still got that bad-ass style, and that impeccable faith. ( yes I put that all in the same sentence) I'm telling you lady- to look at the bigger picture- look at how blessed you are- you are one gorgeous mama.
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