Updated: July 8, 2021
Originally Published: September 9, 2016
In my medical practice, I often encounter patients who wear their stories on their skin. One summer, while caring for a patient, I found myself reflecting deeply on the meaning behind these marks, particularly those of my own mother.
As I sat by her bedside, day after day, routine became a familiar rhythm: greetings exchanged with nurses, status checks, and moments of quiet. Yet, amidst this routine, my attention was drawn to the physical manifestation of her life—the stretch marks that marked her journey through motherhood.
My mother had endured an arduous path; her body had carried the weight of breast cancer, kidney cancer, liver failure, and ultimately, a metastatic brain tumor. She had also faced her share of personal choices that contributed to her health struggles: years of smoking, a love for sugary treats, and a reluctance to engage in physical activity. Throughout it all, she maintained a remarkable strength, rarely allowing her struggles to surface in front of me.
On this particular day, days since our last meaningful conversation, she lay in her hospital bed, her eyes closed, and her appetite lost. I couldn’t help but notice her green shirt pulled up, revealing her abdomen, swollen with fluid. A wave of instinct urged me to look away and cover her, for she had always been self-conscious about her body. The only photograph I had seen of her in a bikini was from her youth, a rare glimpse captured in a snapshot that showed off her long legs and youthful figure. Yet, throughout my life, she often lamented her stretch marks from carrying three children, opting for one-piece swimsuits and beach cover-ups.
However, in that quiet moment, surrounded by the hum of unplugged machines, I was captivated by the thick, white lines etched across her belly, resembling the claw marks of a bear on a tree. They told stories of her motherhood, of sleepless nights, heartburn, and the anticipation of welcoming another life. Those marks became a testament to her resilience, a connection to the love we shared over the years.
Stretch marks are often viewed negatively, seen as imperfections that mar the beauty of a mother’s body. I understand the struggle many women feel regarding their bodies after childbirth—scars, sagging skin, and other signs of life can weigh heavily on self-esteem. Society often pressures us to hide or modify these “battle wounds.” Yet, I wonder, what if we paused to consider how our children perceive these marks?
One day, as our little ones grow, they might look at us and see not flaws, but the embodiment of love, sacrifice, and connection. They might view our stretch marks as visual affirmations of our bond, realizing the depth of care and life we poured into them.
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In summary, the marks we carry are not merely signs of our struggles; they are badges of honor that reflect the love and life we have created.