I have a few on my upper thighs...none from my pregnancy strangely enough, but from losing quite a lot of weight in my early 20's. So they're there...if the men I've been with have noticed them, they haven't mentioned it. One guy was tracing them with his finger once while we were lying in bed, and I asked him if he liked my stretch marks. "Oh is that what they're called," he replied. So since then, if my flaws go unnoticed, who am I to point them out to anyone?

Sooner or later we all get stretch marks, scars, or other evidence on our bodies that we have really lived, and if someone thinks that's a turn-off then maybe their feelings for you doesn't run too deep either. Anyway, the real world isn't airbrushed thank god, and I think most of us realize and appreciate that.

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You did what you knew how to do. And when you knew better, you did better
~Maya Angelou