I have stretch marks and my stomach sags.

My arms are bigger than I’d like and my legs tell their own story between the veins and the cellulite.  A very long story about life and work and even love and sacrifice.

{a story that becomes even more intense with each day passing.}

I have more than one chin.  I spend a lot of money on skin care and some days I’m not sure why.

My breasts?  They are small.  They are not perky.  And they never will be again.

But my body?  Is miraculous and has done things that I am so grateful for – because of that, it is perfection.  Every saggy, stretchmark-y inch of it.

And each morning, I feel so tired, the thought of showering wears me out, I dread opening the shower door to dry off because the drying, the lotioning, the hair-drying, the makeup, it all makes me so tired, it’s difficult to breathe.  But then I start to get dressed, I look in the mirror and I feel…

SO ALIVE.

and perfect in this state.

And sharing this?  It is not easy.  But it’s real and I love real.  And mostly?  I love the miracle that is that baby inside my  belly.

34 weeks 1

34 weeks

34 weeks 2

and uh…don’t look too closely. m’kay?

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