Yesterday I spent the day at Knotts with my entire family (minus my youngest brother, who got stuck at work) for Ethan’s birthday.
It was an incredibly fun day. We don’t get to see my brother often, being that he left us to move to Texas, (or, as Melly calls it, ASS. HAHA My brother lives in ASS!) so my boys loved every minute of the day. Well, maybe not the minute where we were 2046094 feet in the air waiting for the ride to drop and my brother was telling Andrew “You just made the biggest mistake of your life!”, but every other minute was pure awesomeness.
This morning I was able to read through the comments on my last post and I am reminded WHY I love having this blog. I almost shut comments down on that post because it was so deeply personal, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear what anyone had to say on the matter. Like “No! You’re stretch marks are AWESOME!” Or “You’re right. You’re disgusting! How DOES your husband keep from puking all over you when he looks at you?” You never know what people are going to say. I’m glad that I kept them open. It’s comforting to know that there are other women out there, who have stretch marks on their belly’s and have the insecurities and hatred that come along with them. Not that I wish any other woman to feel the way I do, or LOOK the way I do, but it’s empowering to be able to talk openly and honestly about the fact that we ALL struggle with body issues and that we can find strength in each other’s experiences.
CHEESE ALERT. CHEEEEEESE ALERT.
Seriously though, thank you to all of you who have been so honest in your replies. It means more to me than you know.