When I was 17, I thought I was a woman. I had the breasts, the curves, the “maturity”. Then I fell pregnant.
I thought my body would fall apart. I wanted my “woman’s” body forever.
But now, I look at myself with pride, I am now a woman. My husband Loves my body. He looks at it, caresses it, admires it with love and pride. My children will learn to appreciate all bodies. A body without “flaws” is not normal; it is not reality. We will accept all bodies… we *do* accept all bodies.
I am a woman. I love my body. I love Me!