Not Another Fat-phobic Post
i’m going to dive into this headfirst, and yes, i am well aware that there is no water in the pool. So here goes:
i am a hot fat chick.
Okay, now with that in mind, anyone want to pay for my tummy tuck?
i know that sounds like i’m contradicting myself, bear with me. See, long time and many meds ago, i was fat. 270 lbs on a 5’6″ frame. All the women in my family wear the weight right in front, packed behind the belly-button, and i was no different. i hated myself. i loathed my reflection. i hid my body shamefully in men’s clothing and no-shape sweatshirts.
That was two years after i graduated high school. In high school, i was the opposite. Thin and curvy, i didn’t eat more than a meal a day and smoked regularly, running laps on the school track and biking for hours at a time.
In both times of my life, i was unhealthy, at two ends of the spectrum. i was never happy either. So i gave up.
And got pregnant.
The weight flew off of me when i was pregnant. i had a net gain of -13 lbs after my son was born. He was 8 lbs 6 oz. i left the hospital in my pre-pregnancy jeans…with a belt to hold them off. And the weight kept falling while i breastfed. i’d lost another 10 lbs before i got pregnant with the second rugrat, weighed 7 lbs less than my pre-pregnancy weight after the birth. Lost more weight while breastfeeding. Made it through the third pregnancy and broke even at the scale. Read more…