One of my kids’ favorite games is to pull up my shirt and play with my belly. They stick their fingers into my now-cavernous belly button. They poke and slap and squeeze the flabby skin which I will always carry with me, thanks to their former residence in my uterus. They think it’s a ho…
My Stretch Marks Don’t Define Me
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
My Stretch Marks Don’t Define Me
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