Category: Grace Momma Grace
My saggy skin on my stomach reminds me that my stomach grew, and provided life… My stretch marks remind me that it took work for my body to grow a human. Work that left a scar….My cellulite reminds me that it’s okay to be flawed.
The fact that I told her I didn’t have time to pamper myself has sat heavy on my heart for a while now. Why don’t I have time to pamper myself?