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By Mooley

Belly button

While sat in the bath this evening I thought about how I have felt about my body over the years.

When I was a little girl my belly button was something I could play with when I was bored. It offered at least some sort of enjoyment for a while. A thing of curiosity & strange smells. Something that to a small person is of no use what so ever.

When I was a teenager I didn't mind my stomach and was sporty so had it peirced with a purple stripy ring. I liked to show it off.

When i became pregnant with my son and my belly button seemed to disspear all together. It instead became part of my squirmy ever moving & growing bump.

After my son was born I managed to loose my weight but went from having a little belly button to a very deep one. I took out my peircing and fell out of love with my stomach.

Through my 20s I was convinced I was over weight & lived in the gym. I had a six pack when I was 22. Looking back I was never happy even though I look at photos now and think I must have been deluded.

I'm now 30. I have curves & a muffin top. I love my curves & am no longer to bothered about my tummy. I have learned to love it. To except it even when I put on a few pounds at Christmas & loose them in the summer.

I have put my belly button through quite alot. It has the scares to prove it and the odd old lady hair.

But I have never been so happy with it. I wonder what I will think of it when I am 40.

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