My body

This is the body that has carried more than my children.

It has held me, as much as it has held them.

It has walked me through every stage of my life so far.

I look at it sometimes.

And when I am not picking it apart for everything I struggle to unsee,

I am in awe of what it has done.

It has given so much to me, and our family.

It has given me children to love, and a new found appreciation for my body.

It has made my husband a father, and our relationship even stronger.

It has brought my children to each other, and such joy into lives they wouldn’t have had otherwise.

It has given me a world I didn’t know I needed to live in, but one I could now not imagine as any different.

It is more than what I see on the surface, or what others may not see from the outside.

It is deeper than stretched skin, lines of age, and layers of tired.

It is the reason for my now.

This is my body.

It may not be the body that made me,

But it is my body that makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive.