Usually, the topic of stretch marks lies in a big old pile of
things I do not think about, but I recently saw an ad for lotion to remove
them. I cannot imagine spending my money
on this product. It’s not that I am in
love with my stretch marks and decorate them with glitter or write poems about
them, but I just don’t consider going to any more effort at eradicating them
than I would having my uvula removed.
I did not always feel this way. When I was pregnant with my first child and
noticed a few angry red marks under my belly button, I was so upset. I was pretty sure that the next person who
ever saw me undressed was going to recoil in horror. Guess what?
That didn’t happen. The young man
mostly seemed happy that I was naked.
I am about damned tired of the constant suggestions from
advertisers that I need to buy something to make me acceptable. Am I expected to look 14 years old
forever? If your body is useful, if it
is fairly healthy, if it brings pleasure to you or someone else, your body is
beautiful. Please take whatever it is
that gives you shame about your body and throw it over there on that pile of
things which you do not think about.
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