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tch them off.</p><p id="3e81">My midwife gave stretch marks a new name She dared to see beauty and power In things labeled as imperfections She encouraged the glorification Of the feminine ability to bring forth life She emboldened my inner goddess And I found the wild woman within

Tiger stripes adorn my body They are the etchings of my story Engravings of pain and of beauty They are the tribal marks of motherhood Memory traces of inflated bellies The proof that new life did indeed Emerge from within this very frame</p><p id="b53f">Yes, I have stretch marks And they were hard won.</p><p id="493d">You may think they’re unattractive And sometimes I do too.</p><p id="3c4e">But these marks represent power And they show what I’ve been through.</p><p id="9bcc">These are mama war marks And they were worth the cost.</p><p id="368a">These are my tiger stripes And I try to wear them proudly.</p><p id="774b">© Breanna Lowman 2020</p><p id="4900">Thank you to all who read my words. You are appreciated.</p><p id="f2b0">If you liked this poem, you may also like the following:</p><div id="09ba" class="lin

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Tiger Stripes

Marks of the Motherhood Tribe

She called them tiger stripes, the trail of willowy lines now embellishing my skin.

But I called them stretch marks, the pattern of cobweb veins now streaking across my form.

She called them tiger stripes, the marks of a warrior symbols of strength.

But I called them stretch marks, the marks of misfortune symbols of ugliness. She called them tiger stripes, and looked at hers and mine with wonder and pride.

But I called them stretch marks, and glared at them with disgust wondering how to scratch them off.

My midwife gave stretch marks a new name She dared to see beauty and power In things labeled as imperfections She encouraged the glorification Of the feminine ability to bring forth life She emboldened my inner goddess And I found the wild woman within Tiger stripes adorn my body They are the etchings of my story Engravings of pain and of beauty They are the tribal marks of motherhood Memory traces of inflated bellies The proof that new life did indeed Emerge from within this very frame

Yes, I have stretch marks And they were hard won.

You may think they’re unattractive And sometimes I do too.

But these marks represent power And they show what I’ve been through.

These are mama war marks And they were worth the cost.

These are my tiger stripes And I try to wear them proudly.

Thank you to all who read my words. You are appreciated.

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