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In Canada, it’s totally okay to be gay! This year marks 10 years of legal same-sex marriage in Ontario, and 8 years of legal same-sex marriage in all of Canada, making it the fourth country to do so. Most Canadian cities have thriving “gaybourhoods,” where queer-friendly stores and rainbow flags abound. What is possibly the best day of the year in Canada? Pride.
Something I did today
Sometime last week I heard a man say something that I never thought a man who was not my husband say.
He was on a radio talk show and the DJ’s were going on and on about women and what physical attributes they liked and didn’t. They moved on to stretch marks and this man, who I don’t know very well because I don’t usually listen to this show, said how beautiful he thought they were.
There was an audible gasp.
He continued to explain that he felt that they were the most respectable and beautiful battle scars that anyone could ever have. The marks mean a woman gave new life. New life! And that’s absolutely amazing, something that has to be, HAS TO BE respected. He said, “If i’m with a woman with stretch marks, I’m with a warrior”.
I giggled a bit when I heard it, thinking to myself, “wouldn’t it be nice if we saw it that way too”.
The thought never left my head and I started looking at my tummy full of stretch marks in the mirror more and more. And the words ‘warrior, respect, beauty’ kept coming to mind.
Then today, for the first time ever, wearing only a bra and underwear, I looked at myself in the full length mirror in my room for a really long time.
Today for the first time ever I liked everything I saw; the cellulite on my thighs, my chubby arms, my full hips, and the stretch marks…those beautiful warrior scars. The scars that reminded me of every stage of my little one’s development. The scars that developed on that impeccable 6 pack, and how I didn’t mind one bit. The scars that I watched grow week after week with joy because I loved that little person inside of me so much…the scars that made me love being as round and big as a basketball.
Today, I fell in love with every stretch mark again. Every. Last. One. And I fell in love with everything before my eyes; every sag, every part of me that was far from perfect.
I smiled at myself in the mirror and told myself, “you’re one hot badass momma”.
My husband came in and wrapped his arms around me and said, “you have no idea how true that is babe. I’m so glad you’re all mine”.
Today, I fell in love with me & all my perfect imperfections.