Scars of love

Before meeting you, little bub, I looked very different. When I met daddy, my body was strength, smoothness, beauty, and sensuality. I had no shame. I had no fears. Every inch, was as it should have been.

One day, this body did something amazing…  It took our love, melted it together, and created life. On that day, my body was a vessel of life, beauty, and miracle.

Over the next few months, you grew bigger and stronger. My body grew bigger and richer.

My breast began to make milk so I could feed you. My belly grew large so you could grow strong. My hips widened so you could pass through.

My body worked hard. So hard. And every last inch of space left a mark.

One day, my body began to ache. It began to work harder than it had ever done before. I lay in the water with my eyes closed swaying through the pain. I didn’t know what to do, but this body did. I let it. That day my body was the strongest it had ever been. That day, together, we achieved something completely amazing. That day, little bub, you were born.

This body, that had once been shameless and fearless, was now covered in scars. From my belly, to my hips, to my thighs, not a place was left unmarked. My once hard and smooth belly, was now soft and loose. The space you had taken was still there but empty.

A few months later, your sister filled it once more… That body that brought you to us safely is now working hard again doing the same for her.

The marks are still there. They may fade in the years to come, but they will never leave. The hardness of my body may never fully return.

But let me reassure you little bub, I have no shame, and I have no fears. My body is still strength, beauty, and sensuality.

At night, I like to trace every mark you left. Each mark is a line to the story of our love. Each mark, is a chapter in the book of the love I have for your daddy.

I may not look perfect to all, but to him, I know I do. Because although he fell in love with my body years ago, he adores the body that created and fed you.

Our bodies create life, nurture it, and bring it to the world. Such immense devotion leaves marks. Do not hide it. Do not shame it. Love it. Honour it.

___ I am 8 months postpartum and 20 weeks pregnant ___