holy shit it's been eight years

i have a lotta stretch marks. ive collected them over the course of seven or eight years, so they are pretty much everywhere. since i was ten i hated them, i wanted them off me and i tried so hard to get rid of them and i broke down into tears more than a few times over the little pink divets covering my hips and belly. now im kinda reflecting on them and?? theyre so beautiful. its been so long that most of them have settled into lil shiny silver rivers all along my hips n pelvis and they remind me that holy shit im alive and on this earth and i have chemicals in me to fall in love with people and smile at cats like?????? whats cooler than momma nature givin u metallic tattoos to show that youve grown and matured and survived honestly ill fight anyone who points out stretch marks in a negative way