I have a tummy...and I am proud

Tonight while relaxing after a pretty uneventful Valentines day, I was listening to a little Jr. Gong and one of the lyrics really hit home:

"The body is just a vehicle transporting a soul
It is what's inside that vehilche that is beaty to behold".

I have a tummy now. After 20 (non-consecutive) months of being pregnant, I have a tummy, and no matter how hard I try I can not get rid of it, it refuses to decrease in size. But tonight I made peace with my tummy. It represents me, it is beautiful, it is my badge to show the world that for 20 (non-consecutive) months I had a little human being inside my belly. How awesome is that?

My belly is a reminder that I have two beautiful, healthy little babies that inhabited my body for 10 months a piece. Today we all get so hung up on body image. We all strive to look like the stick figures we see in the magazines; but when the day is done how to those "celebrities" feel about themselfs? Do they have a loving husband waiting for them at home? Do they have children who run to them with open arms screaming "Mommy, Mommy"?

My belly is beautiful, I am beautiful. I am blessed, and if the only sacrifice I had to make for being SO blessed it a couple of pant sizes I think that is a pretty good deal!

My body may not look like is once did, but my soul is more beautiful then ever and I am perfectly content with that trade off.