Years of hating the the flesh on my bones.
The bit of fat here and the untoned muscle there.
If I only I knew back then what I know now.
Dreams of being a flittering fantasy in some mans mind.
A hero to some aspiring model...
all crushed with valentines day rendevouz.
Stretch marks cover my now semi-flat abdomen.
Not to mention my boobs will never be the same.
If only I get some of those muscles to just tighten back up.
No I can't.
It won't happen.
Not for me.
Life decided to throw me a loop.
A very cute loop with beautiful blue eyes,
but a doozy for my career.
I'll never be the cover of that magazine.
I will never be the woman other women wished they could be.
I do get to be mommy.
I guess I should be thankful...
Please tell me what you think
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This leaves a bitter taste (I mean this positively), and it is so well written.
Sometimes, it is motherhood that is envied among all else. To be a mother means you are a real woman. Vanity is nothing compared to the love between child and parent.
Good luck in the contest.
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Thank you for this comment. I will always love my son more than myself, but sometimes I wish I had loved my body when I had it.
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