My Stretch Marks Don't Define Me
I love my stretch marks, because they are a constant reminder of who I am. But they are only a part of what defines me. I am so much more than a mom. I am a woman, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a thinker, a writer, a deep feeler, a dreamer, a doer.
Toni Hammer, ContributorWriter, humorist, transparent mom. Blogger at tonihammer.com