Something Inspirational

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Stretch marks? I have them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes, and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me. It isn’t very pretty anymore. Some may even think it’s ugly. That’s OK. It was your home. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it. ~ Cassie Fox

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