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!!!!!!
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