Back in early middle school, I got stretch marks all along my hips, bum, & inner thighs just from hitting a few major growth spurts in a row.
I was EXTREMELY self-conscious about them back then. I remember a friend asking what they were once & I hurriedly told her they were scratches from climbing trees (something I did & still do quite often).... 😅🙈🤦♀️😂 So when it came to pregnancy, I knew no matter how much coconut oil or lotion I rubbed on myself, genetics would likely dictate that I would get them again—this time on my belly.
I’ll admit it. I was afraid. I really didn’t want my tummy permanently scarred. I knew weight gain was one thing, but weight is something you can change & something I knew I’d eventually l, gradually lose by eating well & exercising regularly...but stretchmarks...
Man, those things are stronger than Sharpie.
I still remember when the first one showed up. I walked past the mirror at 34weeks pregnant & noticed a lightly purple stripe below my belly button. & in the following weeks, more striped friends joined the party.
I had mixed feelings about them. And sometimes I still do. I was even surprised to find that a few more show up as you LOSE weight.
But honestly, most often now, I’ve grown to be really proud of them. Every now & then, I still catch myself envying those amazing women who grew humans, but whose skin wouldn’t immediately tell you that story.
But this is just how my body responds to growth & stretching.
It don’t hide nothin’.
It’s kind of like my personality, really. What I’m feeling, you’ll likely see written all over my face.
And I’ve grown & am growing to be okay with that. I’m sure I’ll go through the process all over again with more babies, but for now, I’m grateful for Jesus pruning vanity off me bit by bit.
Help me not to care so much what I look like, Lord. Help me make my number one priority looking more like YOU than what the world says is “in.” Even if that means I’m scoffed at, persecuted, or mocked.
You are more than worth it.