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This body has kept my heart beating after all I’ve put it though and has given me 3 beautiful children and is not only still nourishing my youngest but also making enough milk to donate the milk bank.This body of mine has been through a lot in the 25 years I have been around. As a teen it suffered from my eating disorder and drug use. After that was done and I was married I wanted to make ammends with my body and became a health nut. I was ready to start a family but there was a problem. I had no menstral cycle. I had always thought it was because I did not take care of myself before and thought all would be well after I got healthy but after seeing a Dr. I found out I have PCOS. After a year on fertility drugs I got pregnant with twins. I took excellent care of myself and was determined to have healthy babies. I had to be on bed rest the entire time I was pregnant at 22 weeks I was hospitalized for preterm labor. I had to stay in the hospital on meds to stop labor and try to stay pregnant as long as possible. The twins were born natural at 28 weeks and 1 day gestation. The twins had a rough first year but are now healthy happy 3 year olds. I had a big surprise when the twins were almost 2. I found out I was pregnant again. I had not taken any fertility drugs! I delivered a healthy baby at 38 weeks. He is 10 months now and doing great he’s even walking already. Okay so here are the pics, if you know me( my story is pretty obvios to those who do) and don’t want to see my naked booty feel free to close now=) first pic me 28 weeks pregnant with the twins they were born the next day. 2 lbs 12 oz and 2 lb 7 oz. My total weight gain 50 pounds a lot of which was water. second pic 37 weeks pregnant with singelton he was born 7 lbs my total weight gain was 20 pounds. third and forth pic 9 months pp after all 3 kids I have stretch marks on my hips and legs but they have faded quite a bit and you can see that my belly button is not the cute little thing I had peirced when I was 15. I am not at my pre pregnancy weight yet but I am happy with my softer womanly figure now. fifth pic my youngest nursing

This photo is taken of my baby belly with my first child. I gained about 40lbs with Lily. For me weight gain is hard, I have been overweight and it is difficult to watch the scale tip every week. At the end I had this gorgeous little girl, it was hard to look in the mirror but it was easy to love her and not think about it when I held her. I lost all of my weight with an additional 20lbs with breastfeeding. I am very motivated to get my body moving after this baby. I just want to feel great about my body with clothes off—because my husband and myself are the two people that matter the most. My husband says he loves me, I should be happy even if I am not perfect etc. For me it is difficult to feel confident when I cannot fit into clothes without tucking my pooch and a little extra skin. I am pregnant with my second baby. I am learning to love my body. I do desire a mini tummy tuck should the skin apron look too horrid after this baby, however if I want more children it may have to wait. Stephanie

I was completely unprepared for the level of abdominal damage (skin and muscle)incurred by pregnancy, and devastated by the ragged, pushed-in scar I was left with. This site is so important – it would have been so much easier to come to terms with my “disfigurement” if I had understood that I was not the only person this had ever happened to…or even…dare I say it…that it is typical.

This is me 1 week after cesarean. You can see the stretch marks and how the incision is coming along.

I’ve given birth to two babies over 8 lbs apiece in the past 3 years. I have major stretching in the belly area, along with marks on my hips, breasts, arms, legs and rear. It’s hereditary. ;-) I love my body, and I’m proud of all the hard work it’s done for me! My husband and I both think my body is even more special now, because it’s given so much life to our beautiful girls. I’m proud of my “tiger stripes”, and my mother’s body make me feel empowered and proud. :)

I found this site and I love it. I can not believe all the weight, i have gained and now it seems like im getting more strech marks day by day. I have gained so far 30 pounds. I am a bit scared to see how my body will turn out after my baby girl ( Iyana lov’ ).

Even before I was turned on to this site, I’ve come to accept my post pregnancy body. I think I just got tired of feeling bad about the way my stomach looked, especially since it was completely normal. I’ve had a light bulb go off in my head the past year and I seriously despise societies views on a “beautiful” body. Women and men alike. What I see everyday in tabloids and on T.V. is NOT REAL, it’s just some stupid allusion we are supposed to believe. With that said, I gave birth to my daughter on 7/4/06. It only took a few months for the belly to go down and a few more for the stretch marks to fade. I am one of those cursed with a high metabolism and who wishes I could put on more weight. It feels like no matter how healthy I eat or crappy I still am getting smaller. Regardless, I accept myself for what I look like because as a mother of a little girl, I know I am going to have to teach her a lot in the future about body image. I don’t want her ever to have to be ashamed of her body.

Hello lovies =) my name is Niki, i just gave birth to my baby boy 2 weeks and 4 days ago, and this is a picture of my body this past Saturday at exactly two weeks PP. I gained 50 lbs, 9 alone in the last week (i developed preeclampsia). I came home from the hospital 30 lbs lighter!!!! but have only dropped another 4 since then. Im also including a before picture and a picture of my little peanut =) While my tummy may be stretch mark free, my thighs, breasts, and butt were FAR from saved.

These are pictures from the end of my second pregnancy, which went over 9 days- and pics of me at 2wks post partum. I’m 22 years old, so my body image plays a big part of my every day life.. I’m proud to say I love my post-baby body.

I have never been blessed with self confidence. Boys never chased me in school, I never won prom queen and I never looked that great in a dress. I can’t remember a single compliment from anyone other then my mother. I am not what one would call a pretty girl though I can hold my own in looks. I am not skinny nor fat, tall nor short. I am in the middle and I am perfect. I became pregnant with my first child in the spring of 1999. While my body did change, mostly I just got bigger and not well, pregnant. I worked my tail off that pregnancy. Waiting tables at a local breakfast restaurant. I worked 12 hours a day. No one asked me when I was due until after I was due. I never showed. My daughter was born on the first big snow of the year and my new body was born. I have always had these gigantic breast but when I was blessed with mother milk they grew to massive proportions. I was an H with her and nursed her well. Free of stretch marks and full of milk. I had it made. Some years later I became pregnant with my son. A much different journey I began. One filled with sadness and anger. I battle what some might consider post-partum, pre-partum. My brain was riddled with depression but my belly with hope. This time my belly grew and I documented it well. I looked pregnant, to me. Again though, very few noticed. Never a belly pat from family, not much attention at all. It ate at my soul and how I felt about myself and this new body. My son was born in the spring, with him sprung a new look at myself. I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect he was and how I made him, perfectly. My body was different but somehow more perfect. Somehow I liked it better knowing what it could do. It could make babies. With all the stories of infertility and sadness. With all the hopes of carrying babies that are never filled, I could carry children, flawlessly. I had two to prove it. And while I lived under a horrible dark cloud, I pushed through, nursed my son and made out ok. Two perfect children out of my perfect body. In the fall of 2006 a pregnancy sprung up on me by surprise. Another little boy to join our family. We’d done it again. My body grew and I documented it again. In the window, proudly nude for the neighbors to see, I took silhouettes each month. This perfect body had created another human until that ultrasound result came. “Your son may have something wrong with his kidneys”, they said. And I cried. Had I failed this child? I had wondered early in my pregnancy if I was tempting fate. Had I? Had I tempted fate? The level two ultrasound proved a healthy little boy. It was just something that happens sometimes and our boy was healthy. Another miracle. Another one from my perfect body. Three perfect children from my perfect body. He was born on the 5th of July. He’s my independence baby. He gave me independence from feeling like I have to be perfect or thin or beautiful. They are beautiful and I had everything to do with that. I carried three perfect pregnancies, I birthed three perfect babies. My breasts have fed them all, almost perfectly. Each little stretch mark I received is a badge truly. A badge of motherhood and a badge of honor. I wouldn’t trade them for any bikini. I am perfect, every lump and bump of me.