Aurora Borealis Tattoo

Stretch marks. I had gotten so far without them, I thought (hoped!) I would be spared, but no such luck. Mostly they reach out like purple sunshine from where low-rise jeans would sit, but there are a few next to my belly button, which I'm blaming on the baby; I think she's trying to poke out my belly button, and she keeps missing. What's weird is that this is not at all where I feel stretched - my skin feels tightest high up on my belly, not down where the marks are.

And the parade of indignities marches on.