I guess I’ve always had a poor body image. I consider myself a perfectionist and, as such, was always striving for the obvious unattainable “perfect” body. Four years ago, at the age of 32, I had my first child- a beautiful baby boy. I required a C-Section and felt like a complete failure although my child was completely healthy. I also hated my new body. At 11 months postpartum I became pregnant again. At 6 months I went into premature labor and gave birth to another beautiful baby boy who lived for 2 short days and it completely broke my heart. As much as I hate that my son died, I have learned and changed so much as a direct result of that experience. I just had a perfectly healthy baby boy 6 weeks ago via C-Section and I feel blessed beyond words. This time around I am trying to love the body that I’m in although I am ashamed to admit (considering all I’ve been through) that I’m still somewhat focused on my saggy skin and stretch marks.