Motherhood is a beautiful crazy ride

Each stripe holds a memory, a tear, a laugh.  Each stripe is a symbol of the crazy cravings and the dates with the toilet. Each stripe reminds me of my inner courage and strength I didn't know I had till January 16th. A stripe for every breathe you took. A stripe for every dream you dreamed inside me.  It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may say it's ugly. That's okay.  It was your home. It was where I grew to love you.  Body image. Excepting the mommy body. Creating a better healthier version of yourself not the pre baby kind. Is it even possible? I think so. Just like everything else, it comes from within.  I've struggle with my body all my life. Looking back what I wouldn't do to have my high school body but this body has seen many miles and still has tons of life! This body was a home to a beautiful baby girl. My saggy stretched belly filled with tiger stripes has hidden beauty I know some women would die to have. Just one stripe.  What's my next chapter?