The truth is I hate my body. I hate the way my body looks and I hate the ways I feel it has betrayed me.
I can appreciate that it keeps me alive, which is great and as far as appearance is concerned it isn't THAT bad but it is bad enough. I have the body of a Mom but to the outside world, those that have no knowledge of our precious son, with no baby in sight, do they wonder what happened to me?
I'm twenty something, I know I had and intend to have my children young and of course your body will change with pregnancy. It just would've been nice if I could have maintained the body I once had considering that the majority of my former self disappeared the day we lost our son. Would've been nice to have a little piece of me left over.
I'm trying to work on it, but it is hard.
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