The most beautiful thing
I looked in the mirror today and it felt different than it used to. Before you.
From the time I was twelve, and into my twenties, I struggled with body image. I noticed every flaw, every extra pound, every out-of-place hair and every blemish.
You completely changed my perception of beauty.
You gave me extra pounds. Pounds that protected you and nourished you. The extra weight was never a frustration or a flaw- the extra pounds you gave me are precious to me. I'll never fit into my old pants again and I'm okay with that. Because of you.
You gave me a scar. A long red scar that will probably never go away.
I love that scar. It is a physical reminder that you were here. My Ethan "tattoo".
When I look into the mirror I see flaws. Beautiful, wonderful flaws of a woman who has carried a son and came to love her body because of it.
The extra weight, the scar, the changes...They remind me that I am your mom.
And that is the most beautiful thing.