For the first time in my life, I truly feel beautiful. My stretch marks are no longer ugly scars. They are memories of you growing inside of me. My tummy hanging is no longer fat and disgusting to me. It just shows how big you got inside of me. My boobs aren’t too big or saggy. They are your food and your comfort. My incision scar isn’t weird and something to hide. It’s where you came in to this world. And I have never loved my body more. Because everything about it is memories. Memories of you. And I will cherish them forever. When I look in the mirror, all I see is a mommy. Your mommy. Which is the most special thing any person can be. And I’ve realized that the way I look doesn’t matter. Because skinny or fat, long hair or short hair, perfect skin or not perfect skin, I am still your mom. But with all of those imperfections, come the stories. And I treasure each one of them.