This Body Has Carried Babies

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I should stand proudly and without fear, my hands caressing my bulging belly

Because I carried babies in here

I should not shy away from the power I possess, what my body can and has done

Because I carried babies in here

Although they have left lines, scars and torn away a more acceptable exterior, I’m okay

Because I carried babies in here

I’ve been left saggy and bigger and heavier and less confident

Because I carried babies in here

I should feel no shame in the state that I have been left in

Because I carried babies in here

I will not feel forced to snap back and be who I used to be

Because I carried babies in here

I will remember there is beauty in this bulk

Because I carried babies in here
I will not insult myself by not loving myself
Because I carried babies in here

I will not let images of perfection erase the wonderful thing I did

Because I carried babies in here

I had life grow inside me on several occasions, bringing forth other human beings

And I carried babies in here

I was lucky enough to be granted permission by the universe to create life

And then I carried babies in here

This thing, only a womb can do, I’ve accomplished that

And I carried babies in here

I am strong, I am proud, I am a mother, this is my body

I carried babies in here

I carried babies in here

I carried babies in here

I carried babies in here

 

xx woeful writes xx

(Sorry for repeating myself, just making a point).

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