Stretch marks. These are mine.
As I lost weight, they actually became more visible.
My health journey has never been about becoming more beautiful.
I’ve always felt that feeling beautiful comes from a place in my spirit, not from my reflection in the mirror.
So as my health journey progressed, and I began to workout and see muscles develop where I had never had them before, I had to come to a reckoning of sorts with the the fact that my lower tummy will always look somewhat like this.
And I am 100% ok with that.
As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t trade those scars for the world.
Because those scars represent these three incredible treasures.
As a my beautiful friend Jennifer said to me today, “We carry the marks of our history.”
My history looks like this.
And those marks tell a story that I’ve been watching unfold in their lives for 22 years now.
Treasure those marks you bear, Precious Women.
Don’t despise them.
Bear them with joy.
Growing life is a big deal.
My stomach will always have a little sag with the beautiful lines that show that it was once full of life.
It is my history.