It is 2 days past my baby’s 1st birthday. After my shower I was just looking at my body. I see how much it’s been through with 3 pregnancies in 5 years. I am 22 years old, I have 3 children and I have my pregnancy service stripes and a battle scar. My belly, hips and breasts are covered in silvery stretch marks and my c-section scar is barely noticeable but will be there forever.
Pregnancy has changed my body in irreversible ways. It’s a small price to pay for children and one I gladly pay. I’ve dropped the baby weight, all 60lbs of it. I’m at 118lbs! But no matter the weight I lose, I will have loose skin from where my belly grew to accommodate my rapidly developing babies. My boobs will be deflated and saggy once I’m done with breastfeeding. I am okay with that. I am still amazed at what my body can do.
Fortunately, my husband loves me and my body the same, no matter how “damaged” it is. I am beautiful in his eyes and he helps me see it too. Sure there are days when I catch a glimpse in the mirror and go “UGH!”. I’m happy those days are few and far between.
The same way children leave marks on our hearts, they leave marks on our bodies. I earned my service stripes and I wear them proudly.