In my pre-pregnancy vanity I was convinced that stretch marks were the ugliest thing that could ever happen to a woman. My mother would often brag that she didn’t have any stretch marks at all; neither did my gran so the stakes were extremely high. The months went by and I didn’t have any stretchmarks, but I battled to increase weight during the second trimester due to Hyperemisis Gravidarum. With the help of medication I was able to gain 15 Kgs (33 lbs) in the last two and a half months before delivery. This sudden weight gain led to many red and purple stretch marks all over my stomach, back and thighs. I didn’t think they were beautiful in any way.
I felt so self-conscious about my new stretch marks. I didn’t want anyone to see me like ‘that’ (Not even Mr). I hated the way they looked, the way they felt and how they made me feel. I would complain about them endlessly to Mr. I would ask him HOW could he love me like THIS?
Then he said “I love your stretch marks, because they show that you’ve done the work to bring a baby into the world. I am proud of your stretch marks and you should be too”. That’s when my mind set shifted from self-loathing to self-love. These stretch marks symbolised a rite of passage. They are a constant reminder of my bravery and how far I’ve come as a woman and a mother.
Do you have stretch marks after pregnancy? How do you feel about them? Let me know by commenting below.
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Love and Blessings,