I could use some reassurance. I didn't expect to feel so bad about getting stretch marks. DP thinks I'm being stupid, and even tells me they're beautiful. But they're huge and red and ugly and everywhere and they itch like crazy sometimes.
I know that on some level I should be proud of them, and that they are a sign of this new part of my life, from which there is no going back. But I hate them and miss my old skin. Someone tell me they will fade and be no big deal. Or that there's something I could be doing. Or that at least I'm not the only one.
I recognize that I'm being a big baby.
I know that on some level I should be proud of them, and that they are a sign of this new part of my life, from which there is no going back. But I hate them and miss my old skin. Someone tell me they will fade and be no big deal. Or that there's something I could be doing. Or that at least I'm not the only one.
I recognize that I'm being a big baby.











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