Why I kind of love my stretch-marks

After a rigorous bump-moisturising regime I managed to evade the dreaded red and purple marks for 40 weeks of pregnancy…then, with Busby being 8 days overdue, they appeared in the last week. Rearing their ugly head from the depths of my soft, almost unblemished, stretched skin. But I tell you what; I kind of like them. I look at myself in the mirror, past my slightly wider hips and the small mound of postpartum bump that remains, and I see the marks that show I carried a child within me. The lines that tell the world I’m a woman who is brave and strong. My war wounds of pregnancy, of childbirth. They remind me that I brought life into the world. They empower me; if I can give birth then I can do anything I put my mind to, because nothing will ever be as physically painful or enduring as pushing a baby out of your own body. In conclusion, my stretch-marks sort of make me feel like Super Woman. 


  1. 6th February 2013 / 9:19 pm

    This is beautiful! I once heard a quote referring to stretch marks as like tiger stripes, which I thought was great!

    • 6th February 2013 / 10:48 pm

      Thank you 🙂

      That’s a great way of describing them! x

    • 7th February 2013 / 6:17 pm

      Love it! xxx

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