I will break the cycle. (KMG)

Age: 32
1 pregnancy, 1 birth
20 month old

I remember being a little girl of nine or ten, after my brother was born, and looking at my mother observing herself in the mirror. She had saggy breasts, a lot of stretchmarks, and a vertical c-section scar. She hated all three, blaming me for her stretchmarks and my brother for her scar and saggy breasts. She had me at seventeen and had my brother eight years later. Neither of us were planned, and I know that her self-image and failure to plan her pregnancies had a dramatic effect on the way I viewed becoming a mother. I met my husband when we were sixteen. I knew I’d marry him, and yet, I refused to have pre-marital sex. My decision wasn’t out of an adherence to religious beliefs but out of fear of getting pregnant. Even after being married, we “doubled up” on birth control methods and thought that we’d be that couple who works and travels instead of having children. My mother seemed to resent everything about ever having children, and I never wanted that for myself…or for a child.

As the years went on, my husband and I discussed wanting grandchilren one day, which of course…would not happen without one critical generation between us. We began to entertain the idea of having children, but at 28, I still wasn’t ready. Slight weight gain had already given me considerable stretchmarks, which terrified me. I was still stuck on not wanting to be like my mother, physically or emotionally. If I was going to have a child, it would be because I REALLY wanted one no matter the cost, inconvenience, risks to my appearance, etc. I continued to put it off.

Finally, at 30, I decided that it was time. I wanted a child more than I wanted any of the superficial things, and I felt fairly confident that I could do what it would take to reduce the physical side effects. I’m 5’2″ and was about 130lbs when I decided to plan my pregnancy. I went off of birth control, started working out, started eating differently, and lost about 15lbs. I felt ready and assumed that it would take a few tries before we would actually conceive because I suffered with Endometriosis for years. It turns out that like my mother, I am a “fertile Myrtle” because I got pregnant on the first try. I put weight on right away, and there was no stopping me. Getting pregnant at the start of the holidays, not getting any morning sickness (none.at.all), and it being too cold to go for walks outside is a good combination for packing on the pounds.

In month 7 or 8, I began to notice the stretchmarks. They started on my lower belly and gradually creeped up toward my belly button. I remember a night of hysterical crying and panic when they began climbing even further up my stomach. They were WORSE than my mother’s. They were up and down and side to side on my belly, they ran up and down on my upper thights, side to side on my butt, and up and down on my lower back. I had extreme joint pain, often waking up with fingers that I couldn’t move or a kneecap that had fallen out of place. I was 199lbs and a week past my due date when I walked into the hospital to be induced (after many weeks of begging/crying in my doctor’s office). I labored for 23 hours, and after an 3 attempts with the vaccuum, I was sent for an emergency c-section. My beautiful 9lb 8oz baby boy was born.

The recovery from a c-section was excrutiatingly painful, but once I was past the first few days, life began to get easier. I always feared that I would struggle with PPD, but I didn’t. I sometimes wonder if I struggled with depression during my pregnancy, but I can say that I have had a reason to find joy in every day since my son has been born. I often look at my body and feel disappointment, but it’s not the self-loathing that my mother had. I refuse to hate my body. I refuse to pass that burden to my son. I weigh 152lbs, down from the 199lbs at pre-birth. My stretch marks are so numerous and intertwined. They often remind me of the lines of tar on a road when they try to repair cracks in the pavement. My breasts are still somewhat full but definitely not perky, and my c-section scar hides under a roll of belly flab. I still look about 5 months pregnant because I am short waisted and retain the majority of my weight in my mid-section. I often get asked when I’m due. I’ve even had women reach out and touch my stomach, saying, “Awwww.” My son is almost 21 months old, so explaining my shape is getting a little more difficult as each month passes. Today was especially hard.

In front of 2 other people, a woman exclaimed, “Ohhhh, you’re pregnant!” She was clearly happy for me, so even though I was embarassed and hurt, I felt sorry for her. When I told her I wasn’t, things got worse:
Me: “No, I just never lost the weight from my pregnancy.”
Her: “Did you gain weight?”
Me: Hesitation
Her: “Or is something wrong? Are you bloated? You’re really not pregnant?”
Me: “No, I just didn’t lose the weight.”
Her: “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I feel bad for asking.”
Me: Gave her and out and changed the subject.

Yes, in true “woman-fashion,” I didn’t want to make someone else feel bad for making me feel bad. I walked out to the car, where my husband waited, and sat quietly. When I felt like I could tell him what happened without crying, I did, and he was comforting. When we got home, I analyzed my profile in the mirror, agreeing that I look pregnant. I spoke about it to my husband and showed him my stomach as he fed my son dinner.


It’s too easy to repeat a cycle, isn’t it? I remember being a little girl, watching my mother analyze herself in the mirror, expressing her self-loathing. Tonight, I stood in front of my son in the dining room and analyzed/critcized my stomach. Thankfully, he’s too young to comprehend, and I didn’t blame my insecurities on having him. However, one day, he will be old enough to comprehend. He will put “cause and effect” together, even if I don’t come out and say things like, “You gave me these stretchmarks that I hate.” I can do better. I can be better.

Yes, I think I look 5 months pregnant, and yes, I have an infinite number of stretchmarks. BUT, I was able to plan my pregnancy with the support of my husband. I was able to conceive on the first try. I was able to avoid morning sickness. I was able to survive an emotional rollercoaster with the most supportive friends and co-workers. I was able to hold a healthy child after his birth. I was able to bend my fingers again and go jogging. I hate it when someone asks me if or assumes that I am pregnant. I.hate.it. But I will not hate my body. I will not hate my stretchmarks. I will not hate what has been the result of such an incredible blessing in my life.

When I see stories on this site with heading descriptors like, “3 Pregnancies, 2 Births,” I feel the weight of that. Nothing sits as heavy as that. No questions or incorrect assumptions weigh that much. No thick waistlines or countless stretchmarks can compare to the thought of my story saying, “1 Pregnancy, 0 Births.” When I see the stories of women who struggle with what pregnancy has done to their bodies, I feel relief. I’m not the only one. When I see the stories of women who feel empowered by the changes in their bodies, I feel inspired, hopeful. I feel camaraderie. Thank you to every one of you who shares your story. Each and every person has legitimate (and none too trivial) concerns that another mother may find comfort in. I have certainly found comfort in knowing that as mothers we can be both the strongest and the most vulnerable beings and that in either state, we are not alone. My story offers no answers or advice, and sadly it offers no pictures. I am grateful for this outlet and hope to take some pictures soon.

7 thoughts on “I will break the cycle. (KMG)

  • Friday, June 15, 2012 at 10:38 am

    What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I think it’s possible to be at peace with your body and still be very upset and affected when others comment on or criticize it. It’s possible to hold those two emotions in one mind and do our best to balance. No one is immune to how we’re received by others.

  • Friday, June 15, 2012 at 11:10 am

    Wow! That was probably the best post I’ve seen on this site (although all are wonderful). Your intelligence and maturity shine through your writing. I’m sorry that there are people out there like your Mom (although I’m sure you love her), and that lady who assumed you were pregnant and then kept digging her hole with her insensitive words. NEVER ask or assume that someone is pregnant!! Why do people do that?! As far as your Mom is concerned – you didn’t “cause” her stretchmarks. That would be like using someone else’s fist to punch yourself in the eye and then blame that person for your black eye. There is no logical sense in that. We women have our focus on the wrong things much of the time – and this causes a lot of stress. If we took all the energy we used hating our bodies, and poured that energy into loving our children and others around us, we, and those around us, would be a lot happier and fulfilled – and our world would be a better place. Thank you for your inspiring words.

  • Friday, June 15, 2012 at 11:30 am

    Wow, i totally feel you. I gained over 60 lbs, and eventhough my stretchmarks arent bad or dark i still have that 5 months pregnant belly, my daughter is 1 and i work with the public and i have been asked when i am due too. It hurts but i thank god everyday for blessing me with a beautiful little girl and one day i will be where i wanna be, and so will you. With todays image we are accustomed to thinking that stick thin is the onlynway to be, having some curves make me feel like a woman and hopefully will make my daughter realize when she grows up that she is beautiful at any size. Stay positive, your a beautiful woman who has been given the gift to create beautiful human beings. I am sure your son will think his mommy is gorgeous no matter what size you are!

  • Saturday, June 16, 2012 at 8:07 pm

    Wow. This is my first visit to this sight and this was the first story that I read. You have really touched my heart. I’m so proud of you for not wanting to continue the cycle of hating your body. I loved the last paragraph where you understand women who become pregnant and don’t come home with a baby. You should feel so blessed just as every mother should regardless of what your body turns into during and after birth. You are a very strong woman and without even seeing pictures know that you are a very beautiful on the inside and out.

  • Sunday, June 17, 2012 at 7:57 pm

    Your story is so inspiring. I hope that you continue to break the cycle. I am trying to do the same thing, especially since I’m having a little girl. I don’t want her to ever think that I resent anything that was caused by me bringing her into this world. If we moms stick together we change things. We can make the world see that natural body changes are not disgusting or wrong. They’re beautiful and we should be proud!

  • Tuesday, June 19, 2012 at 5:22 pm

    This story is incredible. Your writing and insight are truly inspiring and beautiful. Thank you.

  • Thursday, June 21, 2012 at 1:03 am

    Thank you for articulating that so well. You speak for so many mothers who feel insecure and want nothing more than to be content in their own skin. You’ve inspired me to remind myself of the rewards I have reaped (2 daughters and a son) instead of beating myself up over my physical appearance. There is a line in the book “The Help” where Aibileen says, “Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.” I always try to remember that when my babies are snuggling my pudgy belly and legs and arms….

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