If you ask me what I think of my tummy, I will tell you that I hate it. But that’s not the full story…..
I hate the size of it. It’s too big and squishy. It makes my trousers feel tight and uncomfortable, it gives my silhouette lumps where it doesn’t need them, and makes me opt for the baggy over bodycon.
But I love why my tummy is big. It’s big because I was one of the fortunate women that was able to fall pregnant and go on to carry and deliver two beautiful babies that are now turning into beautiful children.
I hate my stretch marks. They are ugly silvery pink scars that will never go away. Even if I am blessed to have a flat tummy again (unlikely!), they are there to make sure that it will never see the light of day.
But I love why my tummy has stretch marks. It stretched to allow my babies to grow inside of me, protecting them from the outside world until they were ready to meet it.
I hate my large scar. The scar that I have had since I was 26. With pregnancy it has become wider and more unsightly.
But I love why my scar is there. It’s there because the doctor took away the cancer, the cancer that sat silently in a mole that could have killed me if not removed.
So I hate my tummy, yes, but I think my tummy is pretty amazing and I try and remember to give it a hug every day.