|These aren’t mine, but they are beautiful!|
Women are told that stretchmarks are ugly and that we should use expensive creams to get rid of them. I was sold on the idea that my stretchmarks were inherently bad and that getting rid of them would enhance my beauty. I actually tried some of these so called “miracle cures” years ago with no results. I felt desperate and unattractive. That was then. This is now.
|Don’t let this be you.|
I have a lot of stretchmarks — mostly from having an eating disorder that had my body going up and down in weight many pounds at a time. With every 20-30 pounds gained and lost, a new set of stripes would appear on my hips breasts, and stomach. I used to cringe at those marks as they altered the texture of my skin. I still don’t love them 100%, but I’m really trying. And here’s why:
- I earned these motherfucking stripes god dammit! My stretchmarks are a steady reminder of where I’ve been. When I look down at them, I see a girl who used to hate her body and cover it up in shame. I see a woman who has evolved into having a more positive relationship with her body. My marks tell a rich story, with lots of twists and turns. These stripes are sacred now. They are mine.
- They’re perfectly normal. A lot of people have them; both men and women, fat and thin. I am not unique!
- Stretchmarks are like fingerprints: No two sets are exactly the same. How cool is that?
- I get to tell advertisers to fuck off. I LOVE doing that. No more selling me shit I don’t need. I no longer have to be manipulated into believing that parts of my sacred body are ugly. So next time I see an ad for stretch mark diminishers, I’m going to scream “NO THANKS MOTHER FUCKERS!”
- They’re kind of cute. I know it doesn’t feel like it right this second, but I’m going to give it some time. I will be nice to my stretchmarks and tell them that I love them.
- I have an opportunity to set a good example for the women and girls in my life. It’s not what we say that has impact, it’s what we do. So I will be brave and show the people in my life that stretchmarks are not scars to be hidden, but badges of honor to be worn with pride!