Self Love

The Beautifully Ugly Truth About Stretch Marks

In the last post I shared, I vowed to love myself more. I have been taking the photos and sharing them, and it has been liberating. There’s something a little nerve wrecking about posting photos of yourself without any makeup or hair fixing for thousands of people to see, but as soon as I pressed “post” I felt liberated. You can  Click here to read the original post.

I feel so free because I can go to the store or even out on the weekends without makeup on and feel confident because I don’t have to live up to my “instagram persona” when I see my followers in person.

Since my #SelfLoveCampaign has made me feel free, I’ve decided that I need to branch out a little more and really push myself to share the things that really make me insecure….

Number 1 on the list = STRETCH MARKS 

In the last few years,  stretch marks have sort of “come in style”  if you could call it that. I see mothers and confident ladies posting photos of their postpartum bodies and professing how proud they are of their “tiger stripes.” I think this is awesome and growing a new life is the most beautiful thing a woman can do, but these proclamations MADE ME FEEL EVEN WORSE. 

I am only 21 years old. I do not have any children. I have never been pregnant, yet I still have plenty of stretch marks. I felt bad because I didn’t even have a reason or story behind my marks besides that I gained a lot of weight very quickly. The worst part is, I didn’t even have a good reason for gaining all the weight. Some people have medical issues that cause weight gain, or new birth control methods, or injuries, or grief, but I simply just couldn’t stop eating junk.

Last summer I could definitely count on just one hand how many times I went swimming because I couldn’t stand going out in public where people could see the dark purple and pink lines that decorated my inner thighs, love handles, the insides of my arms and my breasts.  I tried every way to hide them including makeup, self-tanning lotions, and more clothes, but I still was far from confident. 

The thing about stretch marks is that they are permanent. SOOO, I have learned to embrace that they are a part of my body and that STRECH MARKS ARE NORMAL. I’m not going to say that I love my stretch marks, but I am embracing them. 

I really want to share the message with everyone that STRETCH MARKS ARE NORMAL. There is nothing wrong with your body because you have a few skin imperfections. I started getting stretch marks on my breasts when I was probably 13. You don’t have to be pregnant and have children to get stretch marks, even though that is the only time it seems to be socially acceptable to talk about them. 

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Here are a few things I want people who have stretch marks to hear:

YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL EVEN WITH THE LINES IN YOUR SKIN. 

YOUR STRETCH MARKS DONT DEFINE YOU. 

THERE ARE ALOT MORE GIRLS/WOMAN WITH THE SAME STRETCH MARKS, EVEN THOUGH THEY MAY NOT SHOW THEM.

MODELS AND ACTRESSES HAVE THEM TOO, BUT PHOTOSHOP IS A POWERFUL TOOL. 

THE RIGHT BOYS/MEN ARE STILL GOING TO FIND YOU BEAUTIFUL. (If he criticizes your stretch marks or any of your other features then he is not the right guy for you. REPEAT: YOU SHOULD NEVER LET A MAN CRITICIZE YOUR APPERANCE.)

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If I am going to spread this message of course I have to display my own flaws, so here are a few photos. These are by far not the only ones I have, this is just the only way I knew to take photos that were not to revealing or sexualized. 

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