Like many young women, I fell in love, got married, had kids, and for a while I lost who I was and how to take care of myself. I stopped dressing up and applying makeup frequently. I always wore casual clothing, and I always had my hair pulled up high. I came off as sloppy and worn out. I was angry and hated myself when I looked in the mirror. My breast, tummy, bottom, and laps are all covered in stretchmarks. Unfortunately, I struggled to survive on my own as a single mother who needed to work two jobs to provide for my child and myself; I thought of myself as “lonely, disappointed, depress, dissatisfied, and self-deprecating.”