Mi-e lene sa traduc ce-am zis pe FB, asa ca dau copy-paste aici, fiindca trebuie sa vedeti filmuletul de mai jos. Mai ales voi, barbatii care cred ca dupa ce naste, o femeie tre’ sa arate ca-n filme. Si mai ales voi, mamelor care aveti complexe din cauza burtilor lasate atunci cand vedeti strazile pline de pitzipoance cu sclipici in buric.
I do love my body for carrying my babies!
For being able to give them warmth, and feed them, and for making me feel like I was wrapped around these little miraculous pearls.
I’m wearing the pregnancy marks and my C-sections, because I’m a mom. And my kids love to curl with their heads on my belly. My not-as-hot -and -as-hard-as-it-used-to-be belly.
I will probably keep trying to make it look as close as I can to what it used to be (I might never succeed, considering my new-found laziness and my addiction to chocolate:) but I’m OK with carrying these marks for ever. They’re the proof I can love someone more (oh, and so much more!) than I love myself.
My body is my temple. My temple of love.