Embarrassed about my “goddess tattoos”? You’ve got to be kidding me…
Ten years ago, I lost 27kg. This was when I reached 78kg, which at 152cms was a size 14-16 and didn’t feel like me.
It wasn’t even my highest weight, which was 90kg when I was pregnant with my first child almost 17 years ago. Weight issues ran in my family and my stomach was my nemesis. Yes, my very own body part was, even when I was thinner.
But I decided I earned the “right” to wear a bikini because I worked so hard at getting in shape. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough. Of course, I had no foundation of self-love, so I still saw my 50kg body had a pouch. That pouch was from having my two kids.
Fast-forward to now. I am 37, and my fifth child is 5-months-old. I was on page 102 of the May issue of Oprah Magazine answering the question,”What do you love about your body?” I answered, “My belly.” Regardless of anyone else’s standards, I feel a responsibility to my daughters and even my sons to practice what I believe about loving our bodies completely.
I have stretch marks and I’m sexy as hell.
Why? Because I feel that way.
I own it. I define who I am.
Why would stretch marks take away from my beauty or any other woman's? Nature's stripes, those lines on my body, are a map of where I've been and the road I've taken. Stripes are always in style too, right? Those magic marks lead to birth and the whole damn pregnancy thing is seriously magic. I mean... really, we make a human being in less than a year. It's a miracle.
From here on out, they shall forever more be called goddess tattoos. Each of those goddess tattoos tells a story as well. From that bulimic teen to overweight adult, through five pregnancies, weight losses, self-loathing and hard work, my goddess tattoos have led me to become a confident, happy woman. Lots have bloomed out of that womb.