I’m not going to say anything along the lines of “I know my body is beautiful”, because, simply, I dont. I still cry often even though I have been given the most beautiful little boy, and even though we’ve been sharing our lives for 4 months now. Every time I look in the mirror, my face wrinkles in disgust and my mind explodes with a million thoughts of dread and hate for what I’ve become – not spiritually(a mother) but physically. Some days are easier to realise that I am beautiful. I pray that I will find the strength that of of you beautiful souls shine so brightly.