I have always been thin, and I still am. Everywhere except my belly. I can dress in such a way that my proof of parenthood is quite well disguised, but I’m still chubby enough that every once in a while I get asked if I’m pregnant. I’m okay with that.
I’m also surprised at how true love can make a man blind. I am dating a 26 year old man with no kids who thinks I am perfect. Not flawless, but perfect.
Sometimes the stretch marks bother me (enough that once I bought some cream that was supposed to help and it did a little) and the flabby overhang is annoying, but then there are the times when my daughter lays on my stomach with her hand on my breast and tells me how soft I am and all is well.