I heard a quote the other day..
“For every woman who hates her stretch marks there is a woman wishing she had them”.
It really got me thinking. Thinking about the new body I have.
I spoke a bit about it here back in November when Baxter was less than 3 months old. Whilst I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight, my body is most certainly not the same but I am OK with that. Am I really? Yes and no. I wish I didn’t have my stretch marks but they also tell a story and I now have a beautiful boy to show for it. It’s funny because I weigh the same but I am different size and body shape now, my boobs went from a C to a DD and I am not even breastfeeding anymore. I don’t fit any of my old clothes and I can’t stand anything that is tight fitting, although I never did, to be honest.
7 months on and I don’t think I can say I ‘love’ my body but I am coming to terms with the fact that this is my body now. Not everybody gets stretch marks, yay you. I did, and it’s really not the end of the world. My belly button is all fucked up. I did have a piercing but after R called me Christina Aguilera at a scan I took it out pretty quickly, haha.
It’s my body, there is fuck all I can do to change it so I just have to deal with it and learn to accept it. I don’t think I will ever ‘love’ it. I never did, I’ve always been super self-conscious and this has probably made it dramatically worse but time will heal and fade my stripes. Right?