I get your pain. There are mornings where I'd rather curl up in a ball and fall back to sleep. I've had days where I just simply throw myself into my bed and cry from nothing fitting me right. Or there are the moments where I take a million photos only to delete each and every single one because my face is getting a bit of pudge and it makes me feel bad. There's the times where I take wanna-be naughty photos for my husband who is in another country and then delete them right away because the stretch marks on my breasts are too prominent and it takes away from the sex appeal.

I get the pain. I understand women who tell me that they hate their bodies and wish to be alone all the time.

But pregnancy is beautiful.

Slowly each and everyday my fears of stretch marks fade. I've gained weight in all of the wrong places and thus stretch marks followed- quickly. However, I'm starting to love them. Each and every one of them.

I, myself, am growing new life. My wants are no longer only for me, but for my daughter. My dreams have been replaced with newer, better ones that include her. My life and my body are ever-changing through this beautiful experience.

I encourage all of my fellow insecure mommies to look at all of the wonderful things we are doing. From the size of a little seed, you've grown a new little human. You've felt the kicks and tiny flutters. You've seen your little miracle grow on a little screen and with it, you've grown too. You are doing amazing things and you should feel comfortable in your new body, no matter how many changes you're going through.