Wow. Kudos to her for being secure enough to put those out there. The mere fact that the last one is called "...Or For Worse" is significant to me. I've been in this lady's shoes.
I've been a dancer and gymnast since I was three years old. I cheered for ten years. I played basketball for two. I've always had a curvy, athletic shape, what many call an hourglass. (Large breasts, small waist, curvier hips.) When I got pregnant with my son, I wound up on bedrest for the majority of the time because of a back problem that was untreatable while pregnant. I'm also narcoleptic. I even had to take my college classes by web that last trimester. By the time I gave birth, my body, obviously, had changed. I couldn't go back to dance for another 6 months because of my back. I gained a lot more weight than I even thought should happen in that amount of time. (The metabolics of narcolepsy wasn't explained to me until much later.) It was a really hard thing for me to deal with, mentally and emotionally. I even considered not dancing again, but my husband was constantly encouraging me. I slowly started back on the same plan I had always done and lost the weight, but I still looked in the mirror and, mentally, saw the same body. It was hard.
About 7-8 months after I went back to dance, I was prepping for the first recital I did after my husband passed. It was a contemporary partner dance with a guy that I had been dancing with for years. It was part of our exit test for our senior year of college. I had always dealt with stage fright in a big way, but I knew this time was different. I remember telling him that I couldn't do it. I couldn't dance in front of people again because *I* was different. (It was an emotional time in general... The entire routine was choreographed around losing my husband.) I remember standing there, at dress rehearsal, thinking, "this won't look good because *I* don't look good." It didn't matter how many people told me otherwise, either. But we did the dress rehearsal and, honestly, I can't explain it to you. I broke down in the middle of a lift. My partner and I wound up crying backstage and rushing to redo my makeup before curtain call. For some reason, he lifted me and I realized It Was Fine. I was still a dancer and that hadn't changed. We danced. It was beautiful and everyone loved it. (We passed!)
The stretch marks aren't going away... Its a permanent change. There are marks that shouldn't be there and places that were firm will never be 100% the same way again. But they're a part of who I am now. I can't change that moment in my past. I do have to be very careful of how and what I eat, because having narcolepsy unfortunately means that my metabolism can be nonexistent at times.
I'm still a dancer. I teach and choreograph now. I see SO many insecurities in my kids (ages 3-18, male and female). People are brutal to one another... but you can't say anything to someone that they haven't likely thrown at themselves.
I'm sorry this turned out so long. It just hit me hard, one artist to another. We put ourselves out there so we can help someone else, I think. I think this woman is Amazing.