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。

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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.

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English lyrics are below ⬇️

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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。」

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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.”