Marked.

I was under 60kg before I was pregnant.
I gave birth at a grand 82kg.

Just when I thought I had never touched 65kg, I was 72kg.
Then, when I thought I had never touched 70kg, I was 82kg.
That's some massive weight gain.

I managed to drop 10kg, two weeks after giving birth.
And 12kg after three weeks of giving birth.
But its plenty to lose.
So yes, I still feel insecurely wide.

And of course with this weight gain, my body would definitely have been tortured.
So like majority of mothers, I have stretch marks.
Yes, I do. No big surprise there.
But I am far from being insecure about the stretch marks.
I'm basically only insecure about the weight. Oh Lord, how to lose em all?!
But the marks, not at all.
These marks just reminds me of what I created.
They just remind me that I carried him lovingly for 9 months and kept him safe.
They also remind me of all the kicking and punching I took from him.

So yes, these marks most likely will stay with me for a much longer time that I would love to think but, it all goes away when I see him. It all goes away when he snuggles against me or gives me the most adorable toothless grin!
To him, I'm a superstar.
To him, I look beautiful without even trying.
To him, I'm his place of comfort, his person of security.
To him, I'm perfect.

So marks, schmarks.I was this little rascal's home for a very long time.
He makes me happy.

But seriously, weight, you gots to go man!