I’m probably one of the handful of women who love their stretch marks. They are part of me and a remnant of my pregnancy. My body created a human. While my stretch marks scarred me, my daughter was growing.
Someone once told me my scars reminded them of a lotus. Lotus flowers have a meaning of fortune and enlightenment, two things my daughter has given me. My body is amazing and I’m proud to have these little guys hanging out on my tummy.