It's really hard sometimes looking down at my body, flabby and scarred from creating life. my…

It's really hard sometimes

looking down at my body,

flabby and scarred from creating life.

my breasts are flabby, my stomach full of scars

stretch marks on my thighs,

which none I can get back to size.

I know I should be proud of what my body has been through.

I know I should feel like a queen.

I don't.

I used to be so beautiful, perfect proportions, thigh gap, and a stomach so teeny, I could wrap my arms around myself, touching my palms to my elbows on either side.

I used to look in the mirror and not are how tired i was, no bags under my eyes from restless nights with my son.

I should be proud.

but I'm not.

I'm not proud of my stretched out skin.

I'm not proud of my scars.

I love my child, my body is worth losing for him.

but I still miss always looking in the mirror and feeling beautiful.