I saw a post earlier that was like “if I asked you to name all the things you loved, how long would it take to name yourself?” and i was like damn. I would have never even thought to add myself.
My 5-year-old ran her fingers across the stretch marks and said, “You got those from me?” I nodded. She stared for a minute and said, sadly, “Did they hurt?” I said a little. “But I’m so happy I have them. Because these marks mean I have you.” I used to hate them. Not anymore.