April is C-Section Awareness Month. And also, it’s National Poetry Month. So, naturally, when one finds herself in a “kill two birds with one stone” situation, one must, in fact, kill two birds with one stone. For the month of April, I’ve been trying to write a poem a day. I haven’t made it every day, but I have developed more of a habit of writing, and that feels like a victory for me. The first poem I wrote this month, stemmed from an idea I’ve been chewing on for months. What does it mean for me to love my body? This post-pregnancy, post c-section–stretch marks, scars, and all–body, in the here and now?
I would often look in the mirror and wish these things away. This poem is an attempt to reframe the story–to honor these marks for their place on my body and in my life.
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