My only son is 5 years old. I had him very young and needless to say, the past 5 years have been quite the journey. I weighed about 105 pounds before I got pregnant and about 180 the day he was born. WOW! My weight has fluctuated the past few years and is about 155 right now. I used to be so ashamed of my stretch marks since they are EVERYWHERE. My son’s father was completely freaked out by them. We were only together a little while after he was born. I remarried when my son was 4 and couldn’t be happier. My husband didn’t even know me when I was pregnant and loves me, my son and my crazy looking body! I know I’ll never be able to wear a bikini but I’ve found some pretty hot one pieces! I don’t think my boobs look half bad considering their size. I’m so proud of my son (who started t-ball this year.) My life is defined by ME, not by the comparison of my body to other peoples. I’m not totally in love with my fat roll but I’ll work out every now and then. I’ve learned life is way too short to worry about what anyone thinks of MY body. It’s mine and I’m starting to like it!