I was looking at my stomach this morning and I was reminded of a conversation with a former coworker, also a c-section mommy. She was with a boyfriend at the time and telling a few of us of how she was embarrassed of her scar. I told her I never would be, but she said I felt that was because I was still with my child's father. But no, I am not embarrassed because to me it would be like being embarrassed of my child. My scar is a symbol that I am a mommy, that medicine allowed me to have a healthy baby, that a doctor saved my son's life. My scar is beautiful, always a reminder of the happiness I have been given. If any man felt it wasn't something to be proud of, that man could pound sand. I will never be made to feel anything but joy from my body, imperfections and all!
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