Why I Don’t Want to Lose my Stretch Marks
While the rest of the world curses them, we know that they are reminders. Reminders of life. Reminders of love. Reminders of the sweet bond between a momma and her baby.
“I walked by the mirror today, and it stung.
I caught a glance of my reflection and saw that my body was slowly returning to shape. Slowly morphing back into even lines.
I’ve lived over a year with extra skin, extra marks, extra fat, and I’ve cursed my body the entire time. I’m not thin. I’m not toned. I’m not picture perfect, and yet I envied the people to whom it all came naturally— all the women who pop out baby after baby and after two weeks postpartum have the figure of a marathoner…” <preview>
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Lexi is a mom to Lincoln here and Charlie in heaven, a writer at Scribbles and Crumbs, regular contributor at The Huffington Post, a Communications Director, and the founder of The Charlie Sawyer Project.
