I came across this today and it really touched me. I look at my post-baby body and often get down on myself for what it's become. I think we're fed images of perfectly air-brushed, liposucked, tummy-tucked Hollywood mommies and feel somewhat inferior because our bodies don't look the way theirs do after giving birth.
Well, next time I look in the mirror at my less than perfect belly, I'm going to try to remember this. It doesn't mean I can't strive to be healthier, still, but perhaps I can start to beat myself up less about what I see today.
"A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes, and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me.
It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That's okay. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it."