Holidays.
Valentine’s Day is gone and passed and I spent it with the love of my life, my son.
One day when he is old enough I’ll make him buy my flowers and chocolate. Yes, I’ll still be eating chocolate years from now because I came to a realisation - no one cares what weight I am. It doesn’t matter if I go back to my pre-pregnancy weight because no one is gonna notice. No one except me. And that fact right there, is far too depressing to keep me motivated on my diet.
I spent most of my pregnancy terrified of what my pregnancy would leave my body looking like, and I have to admit that it’s not nearly as bad as I had imagined. I mean, I’ll actually be able to wear a bikini again. I have no extreme amount of stretch marks, mind you they are there. I just wish someone would love my body again. I’m so proud of what it did for me, bringing my beautiful healthy son into this world and nourishing him for 9 months, but I don’t love the way it is because no one tells me it’s beautiful. Deep down inside I severley want to believe it is.
