Let’s be real:
My stretch marks?
They’ve been with me through everything.
Late-night fries.
Three-hour sex marathons in my 20s.
Heartbreaks I thought would kill me but didn’t.
The baby I thought I couldn’t have.
The body I forgot to love.
The confidence I had to rebuild from scratch.
Meanwhile, most of the men I’ve dated?
Couldn’…
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