I wish I could love myself the way they love me,
unconditionally, unreservedly, wholly and completely.
My body is strong, I know it is, I have grown and loved four babies in as many years, it has nourished, chased, played with and held three of them and mourned one until it felt like it was ripping itself to pieces.
And it shows.
I have stretch marks, grey hair, bags under my eyes and a dress size that would have shocked me ten years ago. In public I call my "smudges" badges of honor, after all, I went through a war or four to get them, but in private I sometimes find myself mourning the body I once had.
I have stretch marks, grey hair, bags under my eyes and a dress size that would have shocked me ten years ago. In public I call my "smudges" badges of honor, after all, I went through a war or four to get them, but in private I sometimes find myself mourning the body I once had.
My kids however, they just love me.
