There is a woman at work who keeps telling me I am so small for six months. Granted she’s not looking at my ass!

I got to thinking…

I have certain people in my family who put a lot of stock in being skinny. They won’t EVER admit to it but you hear it in certain comments.

For example

I showed a family member my six-month-old developing belly which looks like volleyball cut in half. She says, “yeah, but how much of that is fat? ” Typically I would go up in arms over a comment like that. But this time I let it go, I realized she would never say that to her best friend who also gained a bit of weight before her pregnancy. Maybe it’s easier to insult family. I don't even think she thought of it as insulting.

Another member of my family likes to talk about how little weight she gained while she was pregnant. And how food meant nothing to her during her pregnancy. She was 18 years old when she was pregnant, I’ve known her all my life and let me tell you at 30 her appetite kicked in! At 18 I was small too, it’s an age thing. This isn’t a contest to me, I’m not trying to stay as skinny as possible. What I eat is important to me, I try very hard to get the recommended food groups in everyday with a sprinkle of sugar. My weight gain is because I stopped excercising.

Regardless of how well I think I am doing, These two don’t realize how much there opinion means to me and because of these comments and so-called “concerns” I have found that I’ve been trying to hide the pregnancy. Which has nothing to do with GQ but everything to do with being ashamed of the weight that I’m supposed to be gaining. I’m supposed to gain between 20 to 30 pounds with a healthy pregnancy and I am at six months and have gained the exact amount of weight I should have. I’m right on track!

I’m not going to be ashamed anymore, these two are way to concerned about “skinny” Which in a way so am I, but this is not the time to be judgemental.

Yes, I should not have gained the 20 pounds before hand, but life was rough that year. I had a miscarriage and was seriously unemployed and depressed! I had a right to break down a bit.

So to this woman at work who keeps bringing me back to reality, and to the women I keep meeting on the street that are the same month as me who say “you’re so small for you’re month!, you look great”

Thank you! You have no idea what that means to me.