Metamorphosis (Or: Apparently My Body is Missing?!)

For when I get pregnant, I need to remember this. Such a beautiful way to look at it. I hope to not want my body back so desperately as I’m thinking I will. I hope to enjoy my pregnancy and weight gain, and to wear my stripes proudly, to accept a new body as the price for motherhood, the greatest miracle. The greatest joy, the greatest meaning to your life. Becoming a mother.

Mama Unabridged

My soul would sing of metamorphoses.
But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodies becoming other bodies, breathe
your breath into my book of changes…
~ Ovid, The Metamorphoses
 
 
My abdomen is probably the only part of my body I’ve never felt insecure about. Everything else has, at one time or another, been overrun by pudge, pimples, stretch marks, or, the most likely culprit in my case, unwanted body hair. When I gain weight, I tend to pack it on around the hips, thighs, chest, but, thanks to the crapshoot of genetics, I have never really had a flabby stomach.

That, however, is no longer the case. My abdomen is a fleshy pillow now. I can sink my fingers into it like bread dough.

My body has gone through many permutations over the past ten months, but this one is the most engrossing to me…

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