Society wants you to hate your scars, but I want you to love them!
There are tons of products online that are made for the sole purpose of removing scars. I’m not going to lie, I have tried most of them, and then one day, I said, what the hell am I doing? I have thrown away hundreds and hundreds of dollars trying to get rid of something I should be proud of.
I let comedians make me feel horrible about my stretch marks. We are always the butt of every joke. I have heard a countless number of “comedians” say something along the lines of; “You know it’s time to go home if a stripper with stretch marks comes out to the stage.”
When I had my first baby, I would rub this cocoa buttercream that was supposed to prevent stretch marks. It did the job until I reached the last three weeks of my pregnancy, and my daughter decided to jump to 10 pounds. My poor belly couldn’t take it anymore!
The first time I saw my first three stretch marks, and I cried like a big baby. My husband felt so bad for me and kept saying it would be okay. I promise.
It wasn’t okay, and then they got worse. Three grew into six, and six grew into about 20. After I reached 20, I stopped counting. It was clearly out of my control. My baby had a mind of its own and refused to stop growing.
The creams had failed me.
Nothing on that bottle said anything about not working if you have a baby the size of KING KONG! I thought about writing the company and letting them read a few choice words, but my husband talked me down.
After I had my baby, it seemed like I saw one commercial after another explaining to women that they could feel sexy again by using a particular product. Because, of course, you can’t possibly feel sexy if you have stretch marks… right?
Of course, you can!
Do you know how many women have them? And not all stretch marks are from pregnancies but plain old weight gain. More women than not have them somewhere on their bodies. But only the bold and proud ones are willing to show you where.
I love every mark on my body and will never allow society to tell me how to feel about myself.
I’m a woman with scars, and I’m not afraid to show them! Are you?
You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!