I look in the mirror – what do I see?
A tired-out mummy stares back at me.
I see the grey hairs, the bags under the eyes
The tiger-striped tummy, the orange peel thighs
The wobbly bottom and no-longer-pert breasts
It’s clear that my body is now past its best
No longer a girl with a trim size 8 figure
Two babies have made me a few sizes bigger
But when I look at my body, it doesn’t depress me
My husband still tells me I’m gorgeous and sexy
And as for my babies, well I have a hunch
That Jessica sees cuddles and Sophie sees lunch
When they look at mummy, they don’t see the flab
They just think that mummy is funny and fab!
I’m proud of the changes my body’s gone through
In growing two babies and birthing them too
So I’ll wear those tiger-striped stretch marks with pride
Because what’s truly beautiful comes from inside
Joining in with mumturnedmom for this week’s prompt: “Beauty”