Your pants still don't fit. The bags under your eyes get heavier and heavier with each new sleepless night. The stretch marks line your sides, they seem to define you. Your exhausted, and it shows. The wear from pregnancy weighs on your shoulders bringing your confidence down with each look in the mirror. You long to feel beautiful again. You wish for a day where your confidence exudes from your smile like you did when your favorite jeans fit and when your hair wasn't always up. You still want that push up bra, which is much less comfortable than the nursing bra your wearing, and reminds you of the confidence you had when you felt less like a milking cow and more like a woman who dropped jaws. You don't want much, you just want to feel beautiful again. But you already are. Your glowing, the glow of a mother did not leave when you gave birth. Your heart overflows with love that turns heads. The way you smile and talk to your daughter in line at the store, reminds other Mothers of when their children were that small, you make their day. The way your body sways when you shush his child to sleep, drives your husband crazy. Your new wide hips are voluminous, your body made your baby her very own spot right by your side. Those stretch marks are the stripes of a tiger, you earned it Momma! You wear those proudly. For your beauty does not come from the size of your jeans, it does not come from your legs that haven't been shaven in two weeks, or your hair that has yet to be styled any differently than a messy bun. Your beauty comes from within, it radiates when your daughter smiles back at you. Your beauty is seen when mascara runs down your face from crying just from being in awe of your gift from God. Most of all your beauty shows the most,not when anyones looking, but when your alone with your baby, nose to nose watching her sleep. Now that, that's Beauty.
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