If everybody was skinny, would anybody be skinny?
I snapped this pic about 10 minutes ago while sitting at my desk at work. This is me on a normal, “get ready in 10 minutes” day.
I never much liked my heavier body before, but I appreciate myself more now that I’ve had the baby.
Three things I like about myself now:
1.) Bigger ta-tas
2.) I think my legs look good in heels (which is a plus since I love shoes)
3.) I like the stretch-mark graveyard on my belly.
The last one may be a bit weird, but I seriously think it’s cool. Sure, the skin there is still all gross and saggy, but it took me 9 months to grow those stretch marks – little reminders of the joy in my life.
I’m not sure where the poem originated from, but it’s a perfect description of how I feel about them:
A mark for every breath you took
Every blink, every sleepy yawn.
One for every time you sucked your thumb,
Waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness.
One for every time you had the hiccups.
One for every dream you dreamed within me.
It isn’t very pretty anymore.
Some may even think it’s ugly!
That’s OK, it was your home. It held you until my arms could!
It’s where I first grew to love you,
Where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be.
And for that I will always find something beautiful in it!!!!
True beauty isn’t about what you look like on the outside, because it’s only the inside that counts. Treat people kindly.