There's been a big amount of buzz swirling about with a photo I recently posted on my facebook last week of when I was 37/38 weeks pregnant with Leena. I am short and have a short torso. I was not small by any means. I had a humongous belly. A scary and frightening but beautiful belly. I was beautiful pregnant. I am still beautiful with a less than perfect belly. My belly kept Leena safe. My husband loves me no matter my outward appearance and thinks I am ALWAYS beautiful. Women, pregnant are the most beautiful ever. You can't deny that. Yes, for those who are not used to seeing women in this way or who may be used to the societies views on what makes a woman beautiful may argue. But you cannot deny how beautiful an expectant mother is. You are growing life. No matter how alien that may make you feel having a human being grow inside of you, it is amazingly stunning to watch and live through. I joke about how huge I was but it is amazing to me that my body could support how far it stuck out and how much it stretched and moved to bring Leena into this world. No one can make me feel any less beautiful about that time in my life or about the "aftermath" my body has been left with. I grow people. Seriously. That's amazing. And BEAUTIFUL.
Peace and Love.