I love my belly.
I love it way more now than I ever did back when I was skinny. Back then, I always felt like it was within the realm of possibility to have one of those gorgeous, muscle-y, flat tummies that beg to be adorned with a bellybutton ring just so there's an excuse to show it off. It was just that it was within that realm of untapped possibility that I just never could be bothered to realize. So I felt okay about my belly, but I was always slightly diappointed in it, and myself, because it wasn't the ideal flat tummy that we both knew it could be. It was just okay.
Now, I love my belly. I didn't expect to. I thought that it would be a real mental struggle for me to be all big and round and heavy. But it makes me proud. I love it that it's out there. My big ol' belly, even with the twisty-inside bellybutton turned inside out (not so gorgeous, I admit) and the funky linea negra.
The down side? Well, maternity pants kinda suck. As evidenced by the line of elastic torture marks across that beautiful belly.
3 comments:
Oh Jen, I'm in love. I love your belly too. And I love the kid in it. Maternity is so sweet.
Hi Baby! Jen, I got your super nerdy postcard and it made me laugh. It`s on my bulletin board in my room now.
I'm glad you love your belly, and I'm glad you're proud to show it off.
I loved my pregnant belly so much that it decided to stick around with me for awhile after the baby was born...and so did linea negra.
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