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.