Esta não é a minha barriga mas a minha não ficou em muito melhor estado depois de duas gravidezes e três bébés (com gémeos na barriga fiquei tão larga quanto comprida:)).
Guardo numa timidez orgulhosa (tímida porque em nada corresponde à beleza que normalmente se espera) as marcas na pele de acontecimentos felizes que encheram e enchem a minha vida para sempre.
"The Beauty Love Left Behind. A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me. It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That's OK. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it". (autor desconhecido)