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How I Came to Peace With My Non-Pregnancy Stretch Marks

The first time I noticed stretch marks crawling up the top of my hips, I couldn’t have been more than 12. I remember staring at them in the mirror, angry and red, running my fingers over the raised lines.

I had already started my period at that point, and I was already wearing a bra—so I’d kind of assumed I was already as woman as a woman could be.

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