stretch marks
Nov. 19th, 2011 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I just saw someone ask @tangledupinlace about getting rid of stretch marks (the answer was, you can’t get rid of them, you just make peace with them– and really, they’re not a mark of you’re-so-fat shame, they’re a mark of you’re a human and grew to be a larger size than you were born, which guess what, just about everybody does, and if they don’t, they got other problems which are their own to deal with and trust me probably make your worries about stretch marks look like fucking cake– and I thought about how huge a hurdle they can be. A few years back I put on a few pounds/changed shape and got a new stretch mark or two on my belly. And my belly had always been free and clear before then.
As an inbetweenie– a politically charged term, I know– I have always toed that line between Fat and Not Fat. Which is its own kind of tension, which I won’t say is harder or easier than any other thing. But having stretch marks on my belly (along with the threat of being TWO HUNDRED POUNDS OMG) used to be a huge thing for me– if I didn’t, I Wasn’t Really Fat.
Now I don’t care, but I am glad that all of mine are faded to silver. Silver stretch marks are easier than the raw new purple ones. Silver stretch marks are easier to think of as growth rings like a tree, of badges of honor where your body is soft and lush, etc.
It’s still not easy but as a reasonably cisgendered female I at least have the refuge of “curvy”. Because God, my curves are *glorious*. Perhaps not quite aesthetic, but good heavens, there they are, and are they ever squooshy.
As an inbetweenie– a politically charged term, I know– I have always toed that line between Fat and Not Fat. Which is its own kind of tension, which I won’t say is harder or easier than any other thing. But having stretch marks on my belly (along with the threat of being TWO HUNDRED POUNDS OMG) used to be a huge thing for me– if I didn’t, I Wasn’t Really Fat.
Now I don’t care, but I am glad that all of mine are faded to silver. Silver stretch marks are easier than the raw new purple ones. Silver stretch marks are easier to think of as growth rings like a tree, of badges of honor where your body is soft and lush, etc.
It’s still not easy but as a reasonably cisgendered female I at least have the refuge of “curvy”. Because God, my curves are *glorious*. Perhaps not quite aesthetic, but good heavens, there they are, and are they ever squooshy.
