We visit this subject here periodically, but I found an interesting, short essay on Huffington Post, A Mother's Body:
I pretty much agree with her take. I've got stretch marks all over, starting from puberty. The marks from my pregnant belly go all the way up past my belly button. I was devastated after my first was born, couldn't believe I got even more after my second was born. Agreed, I'd do it all over again to get my kids.
Are you proud of your stretch marks? It never occurred to you to be unhappy about them? Don't really care either way about them? Loath them?