The Body Issue

I was talking to my friend the other day and he asked me, point blank, "how do you feel about your stretch marks?". It was a perfectly acceptable question, but it got me thinking. So I took a good hard look in the mirror at myself, and my stretch marks, and concluded that they are actually something I generally don't think about. It's not that I like them, but they're there and I so I accept them. Plus, no person is ever going to see them and think "Oh, she has stretch marks. I want nothing to do with her." And if that's what they really thought, then surely we need not be friends. It isn't that I'm super body confident. I know I could do more crunches, I know I shouldn't have eaten that second piece of cake, I know my hair needs to be shaped. But those are all things I can take care of. Stretch marks, they are what they are. I'm glad I know where to draw the line.