I had my first baby at 19, and that’s where I got all my stretch marks. She was 7lb, 14oz and my smallest baby. I started out pregnancy at 150 pounds and was 191 when she was born, in June 2001. My second baby was 9lb, 2oz and was born in August 2004. I started out at 175 pounds and was 210 when I delivered her. My third baby was born in July 2007. She was 9lb, 10oz. I was 190 when I got pregnant and 220 when she was born. My fourth baby (first boy!) was born 9/4/08 and was 8lb, 11oz. I started pregnancy at 211 pounds and was 226 when he was born. As I write this, my babies are 7 years, 4 years, 15 months, and 2 months old. I weigh around 185 pounds. I was alarmed at this rapid weight loss, but the doctor ran blood tests and it turns out all is fine. I chalk it up to great nutritional habits that I developed in my last pregnancy, as well as breastfeeding. (I breastfed all the others well into toddler-hood, but was eating mostly junk and processed foods.) The first picture is me the day before my baby boy was born. I was picking my four year old up from her first day of preschool. I was also in early labor. The next pictures are of me now, 2 months and 2 days after the first picture was taken. I love my body. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. However, it took me years of self-discovery (and self-loathing) to get to this point. I am blessed with an amazing husband who finds me “irresistable” in his words (which may be why we have four children!) and finally, finally the maturity to realize that nothing I do can change who I am, so its useless worrying about it. I can’t change me, so I embrace me, and after years of feeling fat and yucky, I finally love me.