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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