An Open Letter to My Stretch Marks
I’ve hated you and cursed at you and pinched you until you have turned blue. You refuse to leave me like a stubborn friend, you will never have enough of me. The lines tracing my skin up and down, it is like a tree trunk. Every line represents a year of my life.
I know I am not alone when I think about how my body looks and how I want it to look. This harsh over-critical judgment is every bit normal. I feel my own judgement when I look at myself in the mirror. These lines won’t leave me. But is that a bad thing?
These lines kiss my thighs as a lover should. They represent the love that I should be giving to myself every day. My hips bear the marks of a woman well worn, who can sustain every damage come her way.
Every woman has things they aren’t proud of, but who says they shouldn’t wear these things with pride? Who made us embarrassed to be woman? Why do we have such an expectation!
The refusal to change for other people is the first step in creating your new self.
Love yourself, love your marks.
What would you say to your stretch marks?
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THE BLOGGER: EMMA CRANE
Emma is a part-time contributor at FashionablyFrank.com, bringing her love for travel and exploration. Since graduating college in 2013 and living in London, England for almost 1.5 years, she is now a flight attendant with a major airline. In her spare time, she enjoys embroidery + breakfast food.