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

Leave a Reply to MommaBBabyboy Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Proud member of…

mumsnet BritMums - Leading the Conversation