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
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