這不是一首關於「缺陷」的歌。 而是一首重新定義女性身體的作品。 當世界不停要求女性完美， 《母愛的紋身》選擇把妊娠紋、剖腹傷痕與改變過的身體，寫成榮耀。 這首歌獻給每一位母親， 也獻給每一位曾經因為真實，而被審美否定的女性。 而且真正愛你的人，不會嫌棄你的傷痕。他會為你走過的一切感到自豪。 —————————————————— This is not a song about flaws. It is a song that redefines the female body. While the world keeps demanding perfection from women, “Tattoo of Motherhood” turns stretch marks, C-section scars, and changed bodies into symbols of honor. This song is dedicated to every mother, and every woman who has ever been judged for simply being real. And the people who truly love you will never be ashamed of your scars.They will be proud of everything you’ve survived. —————————————————— English lyrics are below ⬇️ —————————————————— 別再說這是缺陷 這是身體的語言 妊娠紋不是破碎 是生命來過的線 剖腹留下的痕跡 不是遺憾是勇氣 鬆弛疲憊的身形 是換來一個呼吸 不需要被安慰 只需要被看見 這不是缺陷 是母愛的紋身 是身體寫下的戰勳 妊娠紋 剖腹傷痕 不是退讓的人生 是用身體 替生命打開世界的門 如果愛有形狀 就是此刻的紋痕 手術燈亮得像白天 我簽下名字那瞬間 沒人知道我也害怕 卻還笑著說沒關係 那一夜我靠近邊緣 才換來今天的笑臉 不是變得不一樣 是完成一次誕生 這些改變過的身體 是我最驕傲的身份 不是需要修復 是完成了一次生命 這不是缺陷 是母愛的紋身 是身體寫下的戰勳 妊娠紋 剖腹傷痕 鬆弛疲憊的身形 不是失去 是選擇的犧牲 如果世界忘了母親 就用身體替她發聲 沒有變弱 只是成為母親 對 我有妊娠紋 還配肚臍環 肚皮鬆了又怎樣 照樣辣翻全場 吊帶背心低腰褲 我照穿照露 誰規定當了媽媽 就得藏住全部 身材變了 不代表我失去 我只是把生命 親手背在身體 你說不夠完美 我說這叫真實 沒痛過的人少批判 這身體比你懂勇敢 這不是缺陷 是母愛的紋身 不是傷痕是榮耀本身 妊娠紋 剖腹傷痕 鬆弛疲憊的身形 不是羞恥 是用生命完成誕生 如果說這不算好看 那你從未見過誕生 別再拿審美評價 生命從不是展覽 我照樣露出肚皮 照樣戴著肚臍環 因為我知道 這副身體 不是殘缺 是生命來過後 最漂亮的模樣 「這副身體 不是用來討好世界。」 ———————————————— Don’t say this is a flaw anymore This is the language of the body Stretch marks are not brokenness They are lines where life has passed through The scars from a C-section Are not regret, but courage A softened, exhausted body Is the price of a first breath given No need to be comforted Only to be seen This is not a defect It is a tattoo of motherhood A medal written by the body itself Stretch marks, surgical scars This is not a life of retreat It is a body Opening the world’s door for life If love had a shape It would be these marks Operating lights as bright as day The moment I signed my name No one knew I was afraid too Yet I still smiled and said it’s okay That night I stood at the edge To earn today’s smile Not becoming someone else But completing a birth This changed body of mine Is the identity I’m most proud of Not something to be fixed But something that has finished creating life This is not a defect It is a tattoo of motherhood A battle mark written on the body Stretch marks, C-section scars A softened, weary form This is not loss It is sacrifice by choice If the world forgets mothers Then let the body speak for them Not weaker Just becoming a mother Yes—I have stretch marks And I still wear a belly ring So what if my stomach has loosened I still turn heads, still own the room Tank tops, low-rise jeans I wear them, I show them Who decided that once you’re a mother You must hide yourself away My body has changed But I have not lost myself I simply carried life On my body, with my own hands You call it imperfect I call it real Those who have never known pain should judge less This body is braver than you understand This is not a flaw It is a tattoo of motherhood Not scars—but honor itself Stretch marks, C-section scars A softened, tired form This is not shame It is life completed through the body If you say this is not beautiful Then you have never seen birth Stop measuring life with aesthetics Life was never meant to be an exhibition I still show my stomach Still wear my belly ring Because I know This body of mine Is not broken It is what life leaves behind At its most beautiful “This body of mine is not made to please the world.”
