I am my mothers daughter. I am a product of my mother. To be ashamed of my curves would be to be ashamed of hers.
I wear my mothers skin. To be insecure over my stretch marks would be to feel insecure over her stretch marks. The very ones I have to her while giving life to me.
I am my mothers voice. To be quiet when I want to be loud would be deafening the very things she instilled in me about believing in the power of my words.
I am my mothers warrior. To stand back when I know I need to stand up would be crippling to the fight she placed in my soul.
I am a product of my mother. To call myself her daughter would be to call myself the product of a warrior.