I've talked about my size before, and people who have met me IRL know that I am small, short and kind of skinny. When I am pregnant, I become as large as a house, in fact, one person joked that I was as wide as I was tall. But since I was having a long-awaited baby I didn't mind. Too much.
And at other times, I have added on 10-20 pounds and not worried about it, unless I couldn't fit into newer clothes I had just bought. But in the last six months, I have added 20-30 pounds solely due to thyroid and illness issues. Which sucks, because I view it as my body jumping up and down yelling, "Nyah, nyah, you're screwed!"
And after 5 extended pregnancies and multiple early miscarriages, I have no stomach muscles, at all. In fact, I have more extra skin....than I care to describe on this blog, sweeties!
Well, the combo has done me in. The only place I've got weight right now is my stomach, not my boobs, not my ass, not all evenly around my body, just my stomach, on my tiny rest-of-me body. I look 5 months gone, I swear. But nobody has said anything IRL, so I figure, maybe it's my imagination? Maybe I'm just projecting my insecurities about female body shape and society?
Yesterday, a staffer at my kid's school walked up to me and patted my stomach, and tilted her eyebrow, "So...?"
My shocked reply, "I'm not pregnant, I'm fat, but thanks for pointing that out!" I nervously laughed, and she nervously laughed, and we both uncomfortably walked away. I didn't know what else to do, I was so floored.
What do you guys think? I guess I need to buy some control top underwear or something. Shit....