{"id":1033,"date":"2019-05-15T11:53:22","date_gmt":"2019-05-15T11:53:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/?p=1033"},"modified":"2022-04-07T09:59:39","modified_gmt":"2022-04-07T09:59:39","slug":"__trashed-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/__trashed-2\/","title":{"rendered":"My stretch marks and I"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Self-acceptance, few words that seem so simple but require so much work. I was not born with self-confidence, although I was never really complexed, I had this small difference that bothered me: stretch marks. As my body evolved, he embarked with him these little lines on my hips. I hated them. I didn’t understand what they were doing there. I thought it was “task”. My first instinct has been to want to eliminate them suddenly from Bi-Oil. I was going to change position at the beach so that they are seen less. I wanted to have a smooth body, a body that does not differentiate. Because this body, I took a moment to accept it. Not easy for a 10-year-old girl, to have almost a woman’s body already. And it’s the 10-year-old girl who was talking to these stretch marks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then my relatives reassured me. I realized that I was very lucky to be what I am. Puberty had brought me a special gift, so be it! And even if my weight tends to yoyo – nothing alarming but still a small oscillation of +\/- 2 kilos – and that does not help the case: life goes on as they say! It must be said that the #LoveYourLines movement did me a good job. I found these women so beautiful. I was beautiful. Now I love them, my stretch marks. They are part of me, they will always be part of me and it suits me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Self-acceptance, few words that seem so simple but require so much work. I was not born with self-confidence, although I was never really complexed, I had this small difference that bothered me: stretch marks. As my body evolved, he embarked with him these little lines on my hips. I hated them. I didn’t understand what […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1051,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[47],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1033","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-wellness"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/46B5B196-82E5-4B61-A745-D2C25025E462-scaled.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1033"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10485,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033\/revisions\/10485"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1051"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/standardsmagazine.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}