mamamilkandme

My body is the only body I have, the only body I will ever have. It is where I live. My body is where I grew my babies, first inside then outside. I grew them with my breasts, my hugs. I lugged them around on my hips. I am happy to have these soft hips to balance a baby and my soft bosom to catch hugs. If you look closely at my hips and my breasts, if you catch the light just right you will see a light pattern, a texture, almost silvery, once purple but softly faded lines. Some people call them stretch marks I prefer love lines.

Love created my babies. Rob’s loving hands caress my body. I love the feeling of skin on skin.

I once held fantasies of having a perfectly toned body, a model size body but I don’t naturally have that body type…