Tiger Stripes

I earned my tiger stripes for sure this time.

And it seems completely ridiculous to even have to identify that. 

My body has changed. So much this time that it felt unrecognizable. So much this time that it didn’t feel like me.

But yet I remind myself that this body has housed three sweet babies. Two of them who felt so stinking cozy in there, that they decided to hang out in there a little longer. 

This body birthed them in the most spiritual, intimate way that FORCES a change. A change physically, mentally and emotionally. So of course my body is proof of change. My words and thoughts are proof of a mental change. And my tears, laughter and kisses are proof of an emotional change. 

May my girls be witnesses to their Mama showing herself grace, gratitude and pride. May they hear her say: Praise God for this body. Praise God for their sweet little bodies. 

And praise God for the tiger stripes, because they are ours.