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Beauty of Tiger Stripes

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?!. Cloth diapers, check. D-MER and PPD, check. Pumping, check. 

We are eight moms in....it's time to get to the root. Life of a first time mom filled with not so glitz and glam


Join me for my next chapter :) 

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