I found out I was pregnant just days before my 18th birthday. A senior in high school, I was 5’7″, 125 lbs. and comfortable in my body. My now-husband was just starting his first year of college, 5 hours away. Despite his frequent visits, my pregnancy was a long and lonely one. I was able to finish all my credits before I reached my third trimester, but being a pregnant high schooler still wasn’t easy. I sank into a depression and found consolation in various fried and/or sugary foods. I lost count of the pounds gained after 70. My daughter arrived just two weeks before my graduation ceremony and three months later I married my high school sweetheart. I love my husband and I love my daughter. Everyday I thank God just because they’re a part of my life. However, I look at my body and feel almost ashamed. My belly is riddled with lines and wrinkles. My hips are far wider than they were, adding even more emphasis to my flat butt. My husband adamantly insists that I am still beautiful (bless his heart), but I find it hard to see myself in that way. The thought of ever wearing a bikini again slightly horrifies me. I wish I could refer to my scars as “honor badges”, but I look down and all I see is a discolored and creviced belly. I hope to someday come to terms with my new body. I don’t expect to be slinking around in a bikini ever, but I’d like to at least feel beautiful for my husband, because that’s what he deserves. Soooo….I am posting these pictures here so I can hopefully achieve that goal. P.S. I’d like to mention that I am totally in awe of the other women posting on this website. They are my heroes.