I have something of a love/hate relationship with my stretch marks. I wish I could claim I've always been a strong, confident woman, but I've struggled with who I am and the body I live in for as long as I can remember. Now that I'm finally at peace with myself, though, I have more than a few reasons why I don't care if you think my stretch marks are "empowering" or not. Honestly, and finally, I can say with complete certainty that I don't care how anyone else views or perceives them. Sure, I don't exactly love them, but after all these years of fighting to accept a part of my body that has been around for some time, I've come to terms with their existence.
Stretch marks mean so many things to me. While I know there's two ways to go about living with stretch marks — either full-out owning them or denying and hiding their existence however possible — I'm somewhere in the middle and straddling both love and loathing. Thankfully, somewhere in the middle there's a place that has allowed me to accept simply feeling OK. I'm tired of trying to hide these stretched marks on my upper arms that appeared in early childhood when my weight ballooned. I'm not ashamed of the ones on my stomach, either, because those appeared as I was creating my two children.
So while I'm not about forcing myself to feel head-over-heels in love with my stretch marks in order to somehow prove a point, I'm OK with them. I'm human, so somedays I'm confident and other days I fight the urge to cower from the world. Regardless of how I feel on any particular day, about either my body or the marks on my body, why should I care whether or not anyone else thinks my stretch marks are empowering or not?