- Last updated 6/27/11 by Mothering Editorial
By Tanya N. Cook Web Exclusive They say that I should be ashamed of you. That I should hide you under clothes, buy creams to ease your grip on me, even go under the laser to erase all evidence of your existence. But I am proud of you. I may never wear a bikini again, but that has less to do with you than with the little saggy pouch underneath my belly button that you decorate. Catching a glimpse of my bare stomach I am shocked. Somehow in my mind, it still seems as though it should be flat and smooth as it was before, in my other life. But there you were,... read more




