After having my baby girl last year i was left with a number of new stretch marks in various places, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, knees.......yes my knees (those i hadn't anticipated!)
Some days i feel so much self-loathing for my appearance and the stretch marks on those days definetly fall in the 'hate them' category.
But whenever i read the below poem which i found posted on a forum (sorry i don't know the author) i cannot help but love my stretch marks and feel proud of them. Because they were a small price to pay to experience the miracle of growing my daughter and keeping her safe for 9 months.
So here it is, the poem that inspires me and helps me remember how precious my pregnancy was no matter what marks i am left with.
A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn.
One for everytime you sucked your thumb,waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness.
One for everytime you had the hiccups.
One for every dream you dreamed within me.
It isnt very pretty anymore, some may even think its ugly. Thats OK.
It was YOUR home.
Its where I first grew to love you, where i lay my hand as i dreamed about who you were and who you would be.
It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it!
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