I experienced a new kind of fear today. I had gone to the bathroom at work this afternoon, one trip of many during the day, and I was looking at my belly in the mirror. It itched a little so I scratched it through my shirt. Then, for whatever reason, I lifted my shirt to look at my belly. At this point I started to panic. I almost started to tear up. I thought I saw about 4 stretch marks starting to show. I kept thinking, this can't be happening-no, I can't get them, it's way too early. Well, the light in the bathroom is dim so after much examining, I realized it was my scratch marks. For whatever reason I tend to kind of welp up when I scratch any body part-like what it would look like if you were scratched by a dog. After I realized it really wasn't a stretch mark I was able to calm down. I didn't realize how afraid I was of getting them until I thought I had a few. What a strange thing to experience!!!
Jeannie @ Living Loving Crafting