Ode to Stretch Marks
Stretch marks Stretch marks how I loathe thee so
You have marked my body for everyone to know
I was once a fat girl hiding in my clothes
With your shiny silver appearance I feel like everyone knows
Pink, Purple and sometimes blue
Your faded colour has scarred me it’s true
No one can see the stretch marks on my brain
But the memories of hiding still remain
Laser, Tummy Tuck or Creams with boiled flesh in it
Maybe it’s time to just be zen with it
A reminder or a Battle Scar I need to choose
With a smile and a shrug I know I have nothing to lose
The bikini might wait for another day
But I am who I am no matter what way!
Much Love to my stretch marks,
The “Plateaued” Housewife
The Housewives Quest 