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I have a love/hate relationship with my body. There are moments where I feel so lovely and others where I can’t look in the mirror without crying. I feel so cheated, because I want to love every part of me but it sometimes feel so impossible with all the hate fat receives. But lately I have been affirming myself by saying that my body is cloaked in the lightening scars of my struggles, my growth, my success, my stretch marks. They really are so beautiful.
Stretch marks ARE beautiful! I’ve seen them being referred to as battle scars and I could not agree more.