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My husband and I found out we are having twins and couldn’t be more excited. The days is drawing nearer and my anticipation is eating me up! I have been lucky to have not gotten stretch marks on my belly so far. But My thighs and breasts are seeing a few of them. No matter what my bod looks like, Its ok, my baby girls will be worth every line on my body!

i got pregnant when i was 19. I had recently pierced my belly but as soon as i found out i was pregnant i took it off. When i was about 5 months, a redish-purpulish stretch mark started to grow and finally this is the result.And also as you can see my belly buttom popped out and it has never been the same. I regret so much having that stupid piercing done, but i would never regret getting pregnant and having my beautiful baby girl. after looking at this web-site i realized,if this was my price to pay to have my dear daughter i would pay it over and over again. Even though im still struggling with feeling beautifull and sexy again. But now i know, “A mother’s body is Beautifull. Period”

I don’t have any pics of my pregnancies with my daughters but these pics are just before I delivered my surrogate twins.

I first found out I was pregnant when I was 16 years old. It was March of 2005. I weighed 125lbs and was very toned. I gained over 60 pounds while pregnant with Aidan, topping out at about 190. I delivered Aidan on November 28th, 2005. After giving birth naturally to Aidan, I wasn’t so concerned with my weight, so I just let the weight gradually melt away. In February of 2007, I found out I was pregnant again. I had just gotten back down to my pre-pregnancy weight. I still had that extra loose skin around the lower belly, but I was back down to the pre-preg. weight. OK, so..I told myself I wouldn’t gain so much weight with my second pregnancy. I lied to myself. I gained just as much and topped out at the same weight. Towards the end of my pregnancy was very difficult for me, my fiance wouldn’t even touch me, he wouldn’t hug me, we weren’t intimate. I was so depressed. I ended up having to have a c-section because my doctor was concerned that my second son, Gabriel would be too big. The c-section went wonderful. Gabriel was born a beautiful 8 pounds 13 ounces. I was so happy to be back alone in my own body, but now…I’m not so happy. The weight melted off in the first few weeks. I actually dropped 6 pounds in two days. Amazing, I know. But now, Gabriel is two months old, and I’m at a stand still. I weigh 150 pounds, and it fluctuates between 150 one day, 147 another day, 149, etc. I look at old pictures if myself and cry. I work out twice a day, every day…and it just discourages me so much because I can’t wait for the results. Everythng takes time, I suppose. My two beautiful boys are definitely worth the trouble it will be to get back my body. And this website really helps me see the beauty in EVERY woman’s body.

I’m 19, and single, everyone said I should have gotten rid of him. But it wasn’t like I had a one night stand, I was in love with my boyfriend and the time, and I still love him to this day for giving me the best gift any one could ever give a person! I’m happier than I have ever been my whole life. Every kick and nudge my son gives makes me smile…

Denial.
I fool not only others but myself too when I arrange my clothing in the most visually appealing manner possible. I fool not only others but myself when I only look at myself in certain poses, in certain kinds of light designed to offer the fat phobia oppressed one in me enough peace of mind to allow her to leave the house with her head held high.

I explained to my partner, Papi, that where my fat, proportions and dimensions are concerned I’m trying to not be body dysmorphic…

An uphill battle all the way…

Our society is seriously confused about what constitutes the body of a full grown woman. There’s a disconnect between what’s real, acceptable, biologically supportable, beautiful and what’s been forced on us.

This is even more so for wimmin who have been pregnant, who have watched as skin stretched taut over expanding gestating uterus, who have pushed knowing that nothing but a fatty skin sack would remain…for many…for most.

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My breast size has increased dramatically since giving birth to my second child, Scarlett June, in June 2007. I’ve never been ashamed of my breasts, which were DD before my first pregnancy. I’ve always felt great about myself and have never been shy about my body. Looking at these pictures, I can see how much my body has changed…the fleshy hunk of my armpit, the double chin, but most of all, I see my breast has become. Regardless of the fact that I no longer look anything like i did 10 years ago, I’m still proud. I still love every stretch mark and wrinkle of loose skin caused by carrying and nursing two children. The perfect body could never provide the satisfaction that nourishing my children has.

Photography by Michael Adkins

I saw this self portrait submitted to our Flickr Group and I loved it right away. Days later I still could not get it out of my head so I begged Denise Perri to let me post it here and she gladly consented. Not only is it a simply stunning photograph, but it speaks volumes about exactly what this website is about. Thank you, Denise. So much.

Click here to go see it at Flickr.

I am 28 weeks pregnant with twins and want to share some of my photos.