My stretch marks and c-section scars are the direct result of gestating and delivering abdominally two big, healthy babies; they are actually a symbol of my body's ability to create a living human being inside it, and a memory of same.  I still don't love them. I still cringe when I look at them. You can give me all the "Those are tiger stripes, warrior mama!" bullshit memes in the world, they're still ugly. They were the price I paid for those two big, healthy babies, and in that light it was a small price and one I was very willing and happy to pay, but it still doesn't make me love them, ffs, because they're ugly. So the idea that this pig loves and is proud of stretch marks she got not by creating a human life inside her body but simply by shoveling huge piles of crap down her gullet all day every day is just...offensive, and gross. Yes, those honorable stretch marks you gained through sheer gluttony and greed, you should definitely be proud of that. You go, Piggy! :rolleyes