A big "Thank you" to Hane's Fruit of the Loom, and an "I forgive you" to the fruit of my womb

I didn't make a New Year's Resolution but rather a New Year's Motto. I'm flawless. That's it. I am flawless, you are flawless, we are all flawless. As I stand on my soap box and preach confidence and self worth I feel like I'm hiding behind a giant mask, but it's a mask I'm trying to grow in to.

In the beginning of my pregnancy I was so nervous about getting stretch marks. Duh. Who's not? I was just worried about what it would do to my already damaged morale thanks to the post high school 20 pounds I adopted. When the stretch marks started showing up, I panicked. With good reason. I didn't get stretch marks, I got stretch stripes! Then, the Hane's Underwear guys swooped in and saved me. I don't know if you've seen it, but during the holiday season last year they ran a commercial with women of every size waltzing around in their undies with smile's on their faces talk/singing that they were flawless. My favorite lyric, “I can't imagine how your embrace could be any warmer on a 20 inch waist, I'm flawless”. I decided to adopt the phrase and start seeing how beautiful I, and all women, really are. Now, one month post baby, I am pleasantly surprised that my stretch stripes don't bother me at all. I can almost say I like them a little bit. They are my body art. I look like an Animorph in mid morph! Half woman, half tiger. And I don't mind. So remember girls, you are flawless! I really believe that.