My past has been haunting me as the numbers on the scale keep climbing. Memories of getting mooed at in the halls and being referred to as “Fatboy” keep creeping in (kids can be so mean). I have always been a big girl. When my measurements have been at their smallest they are still bigger than many girls at their largest. I have really tried not to “let myself go” just because I am pregnant, but it seems my body has different ideas. Even with staying active and feeling pretty healthy I have managed to gain more weight than desired. I realize I hold myself to a different standard than others. What is OK for the rest of humanity is simply unacceptable for me sometimes. My self image has had to battle a lot these past months and I keep wondering where the magic switch in my head is to simply be content with myself.

Chad is wonderful and still sees a much prettier girl than I am seeing. I have had a hard time just accepting his opinion since it always seems so biased. It was honestly such a relief to hear him confirm that I have put on all the pounds I am seeing and still pay me the compliments and attention he always does.