I sat on the floor of my childhood bedroom, mourning the loss of my stomach. My body would never be the same. My life would never be the same. Everything was changing and it was happening fast. I wasn’t sure how I would ever find a husband who would want me, my baby AND my zebra stripes. See, my mom had just told me that all the lotions and oils in the world won’t completely eliminate stretch marks with my pregnancy. Looking back on my 19 year old self, I feel empathy for her. She didn’t know it then, but ...