This is what 40 weeks of pregnancy did to me. The extra skin, the stretch marks (I have more on my…

This is what 40 weeks of pregnancy did to me. The extra skin, the stretch marks (I have more on my lower abdomen) the C-section scar. Everything. I'm one month Post Partum. I look at my body and sometimes feel disgust. But I carried life. And to me, nothing is more beautiful than that. You look at women your age and younger and see perfect, tight bodies and can't help but be a bit jealous. Then I look at my baby and see all the hard work I did. All the hell my body went through. I could barely walk at the end of my pregnancy but my legs still carried me and my baby. My stomach stretched and made a safe haven for him when I thought it had reached its limits. He is the love of my life. The light of my world. And even though my body isn't "perfect", it did a damn good job.