Wednesday, May 18, 2011

GIRL, IMPERFECT

It’s Tuesday night and I’ve sat here twiddling my thumbs wondering what to write for a while now.

Why? Because we’re talking about our own perceived flaws this week. Not an easy topic, yet the Word Whores have embraced the topic fearlessly. I want to be fearless too. So, to what shall I admit?

What do I hate about myself most?

Stretch marks.

I’m a mom of four boys. BIG babies, all. Nine pounds five ounces was the smallest one. Ten pounds five ounces was the biggest one. No one ever told me you’re supposed to lotion the hell outta your abdomen when you’re pregnant, so the first one did severe damage of the stretch mark kind. His brothers only worsened the wound. I’ll never again have a flat, bikini-ready tummy. Not sure I ever had one of those though.

I don’t see me ever goin’ in for a facelift or a nose job. But a tummy tuck? I’d sign up for one of those in a heartbeat.

What is it about that part of me that makes me willing to go under anesthesia and the knife? This flaw makes me feel ugly. Less. I can hide it with clothes, but I know its there eating at my self-confidence.

And yet, I know those marks are the scars of motherhood, the badge of bearing four boys and bringing them into the world. And so I’ve decided to put aside the shame and the self deprecation. I am their mother, I love them as they are and I am good enough as I am….

 

6 comments:

  1. Four sons totally merits that physical badge of honor. Flaunt 'em with pride, I say.

    If the boys get lippy, point to the stretch marks and quietly offer to give them their own set. ~muuuwahahaha~

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  2. Yeah, they suck, but it's one of those things that's the price of admission to becoming a mom. (Like all that other crap - having your hips and rib cage expand a bit.) Some people are luckier than others when it comes to getting them, but it is what it is.

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  3. Amazing song to go with a great, honest post! :)

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  4. Stretch marks - that's ALL you can come up with??? I cry foul!

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  5. Jeffe...you should see 'em. I swear those kids tried to make it a womb with a view.

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  6. Sweetheart, your lucky day hath finally arrived, my good and just liege. I shall giveth you ALL of my blogs, miss gorgeous girl, if you'd allow me to kiss your adorable feets in Heaven. Think about that. Meet me Upstairs, cool? God bless you.

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