This is an ode to my stretch marks. To my tiger stripes colored across my chest and thighs. I've tried to remove your pink and purple lines from my body. I've tried every method to exterminate you, and still you remain. I'm sorry for angering you, for treating you as you do not belong. I'm sorry that society has placed an image in my mind where you don't exist. And most of all, I'm sorry that I only saw your ugliness. You are a sign of womanhood, growth, and maturity. You are beautiful, and I've learned to love every single mark you've left on my skin. I'm sorry I neglected you before, but now I welcome you. You are forever mine.
YOU ARE READING
drowning in my thoughts.
RandomThis book contains passages about me learning my worth, finding who I'm supposed to be, and many more deep topics I've never before written about. I hope you enjoy reading about all of my feelings, and connecting with me through your own characters...
