Living in a body that looks this way has always been my worst nightmare.
I took this over a week ago and hesitated to share it anywhere.
But being cuddled skin to skin with my little miracle makes me love every stretch mark and embrace every extra pound.
I will never see the body I looked at my whole life again, but I will never see the person I was again either. While I’m in a way still the same person, I’m very far from it in another way. I will love myself, I will not be hard on myself. This body grew the best thing to ever happen to me and continues to nourish him. That’s something to cherish. My son will hug this body, cuddle it, and love it. My body will be there to lend him a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on. I should worship the body I’m in because of the opportunity it has given me, and so I will.