Realizing that no matter how hard I try, both morning and night, to prevent them, I have stretch marks. So instead of letting myself look at them with anything but pride, I thank myself for every one as they look back at me from the mirror - reminding me you are stretching and growing and changing like the home in which you live. And though there are few, and though I will continue taking care of my body the best I know how, this is its journey... my journey. The one that can and will be different than every other mother and yet somehow the same. The one that has little place for vanity, and so - I will embrace it all.
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That is still the thing I struggle with the most. My body is still so strange to me.
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