“I find myself beautiful now” (Anonymous)

Number of pregnancies/births: 4/3
Age: 23
How far postpartum: Kids are 5,3,2

I’ve posted to this site 2 or 3 times now, and I am choosing to do so again because once again I have a new perspective. I felt for a long time, until recently actually that my self worth was based on my body. Not just the way I look naked, but also with clothes on. I felt that if clothes didn’t fit properly or if I had to go up a size then my life experiences were not as fun. They weren’t as fun because I was distracted with myself. I used to look at pictures during my last pregnancy and say “oh god, I was so big”. I look back now and look at how big I was smiling or how my other 2 girls kissed my belly. I felt that stretch marks and extra weight was something to be ashamed of, something to hide from the person who has seen my body in the most intimate ways. I’ve said in the past that my husband had viewed porn a lot and yes it did bother me, partly because I felt betrayed but mostly because I was jealous of the way he was attracted to those women. I have a new outlook on that, among other reasons he was viewing porn so often because I wasn’t showing him what he needed/wanted to see. My husband has told me many times that I am beautiful, pretty, sexy and whatever else you could say to give a compliment. I didn’t believe that until I was able to see the beauty myself. Somewhere along the lines I realized that stretch marks are not ugly, extra weight can be lost or not because I like my new curves. I do not look like a model by any means but I am happier than I ever have been and more comfortable with my body than I ever have been. I wanted a tattoo on my stomach to cover stretch marks but I didn’t go through with it because I wanted to look at them a little longer, I panicked when I knew they would no longer be visible. My body is forever changed in that way and that is because I chose to have children. I want to be able to look down when I’m in my 50’s and remember my days being pregnant and my daughters’ births into this world. I have stretch marks like crazy on my breasts and that really used to bother me but now I just look at them as memories. I breastfed each daughter for 1 year and those marks remind me of the long nights cuddled up with the girls next to me or that I was the only one that had that bond with them. When I was 16 I got pregnant and was forced into an abortion and I was left with one tiny stretchmark on the left breast in the middle of my cleavage and I would be so sad if I couldn’t see that mark anymore. I am grateful to my body for producing such beautiful children and supporting me all along the way of the many changes. I find myself beautiful now because I am used to the new me and I have adjusted and I wouldn’t think less of anyone else for looking the way I do. Love yourself first and foremost and everything else will fall into place.



SOAM is officially ten years old. Just about this time of the day, when my big kid was napping, I took a quick picture of my baby and my belly and posted a new blog asking moms to send me their photos of their postpartum bodies. I felt like, if we had a large database of diverse bodies, we might be able to expand our view of what “beautiful” means; we might be able to fully embrace the idea that what the media shows us is just one kind of beauty and that we harm ourselves by not celebrating more kinds.

These last ten years have been quite a ride. When I first posted this, I wasn’t even officially a homeschooling mom yet since my big kid was only 4. I homeschooled the kids for many years and now they both attend brick-and-mortar schools – my daughter is starting high school this year! This year, my son went to sleep-away camp for the first time. My daughter wanted to go to the Bernie Sanders rally. These small humans who once lived inside my body are growing into remarkable people with passions and a desire to make the world a better place.



What even are stretch marks in comparison with the powerful people who painted them onto my body?

What even is beauty if we don’t admire the hard work that goes into becoming a person and changing the world?

Mamas, today take a moment to admire, love, and celebrate the changes your body has gone through to produce the next generation of wonderful people. Your bodies deserve it and so do you.

Submit your story here.


It Happened (Chrissy)

I was enjoying a rare empty house! No kids no spouse. So I decided on a load of laundry and a nice long hot shower. My clothes were not dry yet so I just laid in my comfy bed and surfed the net…with just a shirt on,while I waited for my clothes.

The warm bright morning sun peeping through the cracks in curtains caught my eye, but something else did to and it was beautiful, it was pretty, it was sexy, it was everything I have thought beauty to be and it was MY BODY! O M G it was MY body! The same body I have thought ugly my whole life! The same body I have filled my head with negative thoughts about, The same body that after 2 kids and a zillion stretch marks I thought was disgusting was now, in a one second moment …BEAUTIFUL!!

I snapped the picture with my cell and sat there a long time wondering how this happened? It was very confusing! How did I just go from years of feeling the negative thoughts about my plus sizeness or my wrinkled belly to thinking – wow look at me, look at my body! My body is not damaged like I have been thinking, it’s a fucking master piece!

I don’t know why or how this thought happened but it happened and that one moment opened the flood gates of positive self-talk about the loveliness that is ME!

I will always keep this picture close to me now, just so I can remember that feeling of self love, it’s a strange feeling and feeling it for the first time at 32 years old was crazy and Enlightening!

I was glad I found your site and I feel happy just sharing this moment!
Thank you so much


The Result of Growth (Chloe)

I’m built very petite (5’2″, 100-105 lbs when I’m not pregnant or nursing) and yet three times, I’ve given birth to nine pound babies (my boys are almost 12, 9, and almost 7). It’s taken me time, but I’ve learned to love, honor, and respect the fact that my body that so often feels so small and vulnerable was able to grow and accommodate such big babies. I had to have c-sections because of the width of my pelvis and for a long time that felt like a failure- but now I honor that, too. The loose skin that buckles and puckers when I bend or sit is a physical representation of all the growing and expanding my body and soul have had to do, in order to become a mother. How could that possibly be ugly?

-Chloe, age 33



True Story (Anonymous)

True story:

I hate seeing myself in photos. I’m the heaviest I’ve been in my life and this beached whale look is not cute on me. I feel like a huge aching blob most of the time. Today while cleaning the bathroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought, “damn, I look good!”

And guess what? I don’t fucking care if that’s conceited.


My Story (Anonymous)

Growing up I wad never skinny. I’ve always been a little bit chunky. This stayed this same through my teens and inevitably into my pregnancy and beyond.

I fell pregnant at 19. Not planned. But I was happy. My pregnancy went smoothly. Absolutely no problems. It was a dream. Then on the 29th may 2011 just a mo th after my 20th birthday I went into labour. The day before my due date. My labour was everything first mums want it to be. I had my first contraction at 3.15pm. Although I thought I was having period cramps ?. I had my beautiful girl at 00.09am on the 30th of may. She was perfect. I had gained some extra weight during my pregnancy and went from a size 14 to an 18. I decided to breastfeed my daughter and successfully managed this for 19 months. But the one struggle I had through all of this was my tummy. The embarrassment of my tummy and stretch marks being seen in public. The friends I had with children had snapped back to pre child body’s. Mine did not. I felt like I had done something wrong. Until I started looking online. I realised that alot of mums don’t snap back. My beautiful daughter is now 4 years old. And even though I am still ‘overweight’ I am proud of my tummy. And even prouder of stretch marks. I carried a beautiful bundle inside me. And its a reminder to myself of the miracle my body produced. I will never be embarrassed by it again. And I will be wearing a bikini next summer. I was pregnant and gave birth. My body is nothing yo be ashamed of.

“Mama, You’re so Pretty” (Anonymous)

This morning.

(Wake up, 5:18, ohgodwhymyalarmisn’tforhalfanhourpleaseletmesleepjustalittle)

Making breakfast, packing lunch, getting dressed, brewing coffee, queen of multitasking. Tick tock routine next step now what.

In the kitchen, slicing cucumbers and washing grapes, eggs scrambling on the stove, cooking in my slacks and bra because today’s shirt is still hanging in the laundry room, when my son says

My son

He says “Mama, you’re so pretty.” And he strokes his tiny hands across my hanging belly, battle scars bared, and he leans in and kisses it, rests his cheek on the bulge above my belly button, and whispers,
“I was a baby in there.”

My son is 4 years old, and he doesn’t know that I’m not pretty. And he doesn’t know that nobody wants to touch stretched out wrinkled up sagging old skin. He doesn’t know that his mama isn’t beautiful, or strong, or brave or smart or perfect.

Maybe he has a lot to teach me.

Mombod (Roxanne)

My name is Roxanne, I’m 26 years old from east Tn. I have two children 9year old son and 7 year old daughter, and have recently lost two babies with my boyfriend of one year. I’ve had a hard time learning to love myself. I was in a 10 year relationship to a true piece of crap and now that I have found the man of my dreams I often have self esteem issues. He says he loves my mom bod and loves me for who I am not just my looks. Some days are better than other’s but I never thought I’d share these photos. But I love me, naked or not!!

Learning to love my body again one day at a time. (Rachel)

Hi there,

I am going to start at the beginning. Well I had always wanted to be a mother I had my first baby at the age of 22. I didn’t plan it and it took me and my partner of three years by surprise.

I had a beautiful boy 11 years ago weighing 9lb 9oz. It was an induced labour and i ended up with a 3rd degree tear into my bottom and over 50 stitches. Times were hard. It would seem that the healing process was more than I could bear and I suffered with post natal depression for 2 years afterwards.

I was too scared to try again for another baby for 7 years because I kept having flash backs to my first labour.

We had a lot of love to give and after 3 years trying to conceive and and operation to help with fertility we were blessed to have a beautiful 9lb 2oz girl.

We decided to try again for another baby and 6 months ago we had a boy 8lb 11oz.

I have always had low confidence my belly in particular has upset me over the years. It hangs especially if I am on all fours or over the top of clothes. I have been working out 3 times a week for the past 3 months to try and lose weight but I know that loose skin is forever a part of my journey and the journey many of us take to become a mother.

I think being a Mother is one of the most unselfish things a person can do. I am learning that my body is an amazing thing. It nourished and grew three beautiful babies. It is the only body I have and as I look around I see more and more people like me.

In some ways we are all warriors. We are braver than I knew possible and have all earned our stretch marks loose skin and wobbly bits. For every time you dont like your stretched belly there would be someone else who would give anything to be a parent regardless of how they look, someone who wishes they could be a mother as well.

I would have never dreamed of showing my tummy or lifting my shirt in public but if this helps just one other person with their journey to self acceptance then it was all worth it. It is ok to not like what you see in the mirror at times we all feel like that but dont lose sight of the person you are on the inside. Youre a mother and probably a damn good one be proud!

My photo is 6 months post partum after baby #3 x


Anonymous Mummy

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
I’m 23
Natural birth