As if it wasn't bad enough that I had a bruised up belly from Lovenox shots, now it had strech marks all over it too. It didn't look beautiful to me.
I noticed the other day that I have a single new stretch mark. It extends from my other ones but is fresh, redder, and higher than all the others.
The truth is? I love it! I love that this baby girl will leave her own impressions and marks on my body as a reminder that I also carried her. It's a reminder of growing my baby girl big and strong, and I embrace these lasting marks she will leave on me.
I now know that these marks fade. They don't stay red forever and they really aren't very noticeable.
I'm so proud of my body for providing for another life, and all the changes that accompany that.