Eye of the tiger!

I recently sported a bikini for the first time in my adult life (short pause for a little pat on the back).  By “bikini” I mean high wasted bottoms and a top with more support than the golden gate bridge…baby steps here.  I was feeling pretty damn good about myself.  Kennedy (my 3 year old) swam over to me and said “Mama, why do you have those stripes on your belly?  Are you a tiger?”.  Clearly, I was initially mortified, but it got me thinking.  I earned these stretch marks from being pregnant with the best thing I have ever created.  My stretch marks are more visible now because I have worked my ass off and dropped a substantial amount of weight.  

So, Kennedy, hell yes these stripes mean that I am a tiger!