Scars

My body carries lots of scars from motherhood. My age is showing up too. I'm happy though. I love my life. All the greatest blessing wouldn't be here without the pain that brought them to life. The road to 33 has been interesting. Four healthy babies on earth and four healthy babies in heaven. Stretch marks from my chest to my legs. Dark circles under my eyes and grey hair, more everyday. I look in the mirror and realize that all these scars are me. It's my beauty. It's what tells my story. I'm going to walk a little straighter from now on. Be a little more confident in myself. I love my story. Why would I be ashamed or try to hide what I am? Scars and all. :)