Looking upon the silvery sea, shimmering in the light, looking bright as the night. Yeah, I'm talking 'bout stretch marks. The lovely things most of us ladies get after pregnancy.
Every morning and night, when I feast my eyes upon them, I can't help but feel repulsed by the sight of these 'scars of pregnancy'.
So many times I wish I had the funds to have a tummy tuck to regain the tummy of a 20 year old. Not the tummy of me as a 20 year old mind you....I have never had a lovely flat ab-tastic belly. The stomach of some other 20 year old with marvellous abs.
Some days, as I see Gracie try to read to her sister, or as I gaze upon Sean making fantastical Lego structures. As I watch Nicholas complete his maths homework, or as I realise Harlow gains a new skill every day.
Suddenly, this ugly belly, with silver marks, doesn't seem as important, it shouldn't consume me as much as it does.
For I have, a wonderful, marvellous life, a life shared with very special people.
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