I’m starting to learn that it’s ok not to be ashamed of my body. My stretch marks are long red and wide but they helped to create the beautiful 2 year old boy that sleeps in the next room. My breasts sag but they nourished him. My hips are uneven but it doesn’t matter. My battle scars remind me what it is to be a woman. They are beautiful.
I’ve watched your site for some time now… and I’m finally ready to share. I know I’m not the only one :).
