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.
