I feel like I need to show this photo my myself to learn to love myself. I don’t know who to, but this seems like a good place to start :)
I was 83kgs before pregnancy, and. Now am 80kgs, so that’s a plus, but the stretch marks are a minus. They’re ugly and sometimes painful. I wish I was one of the lucky ones who avoided them, but I’m prone to them.
That’s how I have felt every day until today, I have made a promise to myself to learn to love what I have been left with. I can always loose weight if that bothers me, which it does a little… But I’ll always be stuck with the stretcheis so I may as well love them right? Every time I look at them I will remind myself why I have them, my precious little boy who I love to the ends of the earth!
He has brought me more happiness that I could ever want, and for that I’m so thankful. I’m thankful that my body was able to home him until he was ready for this world, that it grew to accommodate his tiny body!!
I’m so blessed to be able to do what so many others can’t, who desperately want it, just as I did. I think about all the women who would trade their fit toned stretch mark free bodies just to have a little baby to call their own, but can’t fall pregnant, or have kids for whatever reason…
I owe it to them, at the very least to rock my stretch marks!
Some people will still think they’re hideous, and whisper and snigger behind my back if I wear a bikini on the beach… Even some friends will whisper and talk about me. But who gives a sh*t!! My husband loves me more than ever, my son loves his mummy, and I’m soooo happy with my life!!
I’m not rich, actually we struggle most weeks to cover the bills, we can’t go out all the time so we spend a lot of time at home, together, and that makes me happy. :)
Sorry about the novel.
I just had to put it down in words…
This is 1st pregnancy
8month post baby