Since my c/s I've felt like it's been hard to re-inhabit my physical self. I just feel kind of like my body is a thing that let me down, and a source of pain rather than a comfy home for my heart and spirit. A great deal of my healing has had to do with finding a way to come back and be fully present here, in this skin.
Recently I came across a photography project from a woman named Jade. She takes photos of women in which she aims to "redefine beautiful." So there are mamas with stretch marks, scars, pregnant mamas, everyone. And they all are just so beautiful in Jade's (totally unairbrushed) photos.
I've begun to try to redefine what my stretch marks and surgical scar mean to me. And I decided something.
My stretchmarks are an ancient secret language, like Sanskrit or Runes. My scar is a bright pink underline for emphasis. The writing says "All ye who see this know- this is one. tough. b*tch." ;)
Are there things others have done to try to make peace with their bodies? How has doing so felt to you?