Mother Lines
Mother lines. That's what my midwife called the deep red ruts in my belly, transforming them from eyesores to marks made from love. And I try to remember how my saggy belly housed you for forty-one weeks and three days. How it nourished you and soothed you as you listened to my heartbeat. Here you formed and fused and grew. These marks are badges of honour, because I am honoured to be your mother. My body will never lie about that.