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.
Don’t everyone talk at once, you’re giving me a headache!!
Am I the only one who gets paranoid when NO ONE COMMENTS? Like, does this post suck THAT BAD? Or is the entire world wide web pissed at me?
I bet I’m the only one. Because I get paranoid when someone looks at me too long, I’m like “DO I STINK? WHAT?”
Don’t worry. You’re totally NOT alone. I’m glad for your blog too because it’s refreshing to read.
I have big ugly stretch marks that disgust me. It really is nice to know I’m not alone in that.
Stay true.
check ya email missy.
Coming out of lurkdom to tell you :
1) you look awesome!
2) I am jealous of your husband… sigh.
I want to know if he talked to you about your blog? It sounds like it was a lovely time.
we love you too!!!
Ok, I’m Really Jealous that you went to Knott’s! I have Cedar Fair season Passes from Michigan Adventures (which are good at all Cedar Fair parks, Knott’s being one of them..) And I REALLY want to Ride Silver Bullet! That would be my entire point of going to Knott’s. Just to ride that. Can I stay at your place so I can go? Please? 😉
Hey, if you ever want someone to hang out with and unleash your “Inner Wannabe Professional Photographer”, I’d be interested! It’d be nice to have a photography buddy. 🙂
I’d look at the positives:
it looks like you’ve lost some weight in the last photos, you look awesome
you skin is FLAWLESS, i’d take a million stretchmarks to have skin like yours, everyday i look in the mirror and sigh at my acne scars from teenagedom
you earned those stretchmarks buddy
oh, and Tony rocks!
P.S – Are there Knotts all over the States? I’ve never heard of them before
damn, woman. I already had some cheese in my scrambled eggs this morning. I’m gonna get all stopped up if you give me anymore. 😉
That Inner Wanna Be Photographer Lives In Me, too! Great Picture, glad you enjoyed time with your family!
I love this blog!!! Just to let ya know, I think you look great. Stretch marks are a fact of child bearing life for some of us. I, too, have nightmare stretch marks. My husband calls them “battle scars”:)
dude, i’ve been on a ride like that too. Makes me crap my pants every time.
Also? I wanted to take a picture of my kiddo “flying” but i didnt want to copy. ha!
next i’ll be asking if its okay if i buy the same shoes as you do.
I just want to be you? Is that ok. Like in that movie Single White Female. Except it would be called Married Latina Hottie.
I don’t get many comments. I’m such an angry bitch I think.
Squeeze that baby for me.