Celebrate the Growth

I started looking at them as growth.  It was hard at first …….but you know how we are scarred through life with all the events (both good and bad) that force growth…. force movement?  That’s what stretch marks represent for me now.  Life grew inside of me…. stretching me… forcing me to grow…. and in the end, leaving me scarred with that journey.  So now, when I see those marks embedded deeply in my skin, I remember that they are there to remind me of my journey…. that incredible journey that gave me one of the most precious treasures in my life…. my son.  To celebrate my acceptance I went out and got my belly button pierced to decorate my journey rather than dismiss it!  Freedom is awesome!!!!!!

 

Are you kidding me?

Really?  Beauty?  What Beauty?  These are the things you are probably saying to yourself  right now!  Well...quite honestly, I have HATED my stretch marks ever since I was pregnant with my son 24 years ago!  UGHHHHH!!  I have always considered them ugly and disgusting until..... one day....just recently...... I started seeing them from a very different angle.....  my stretch marks tell a story.... my story... let me explain.....