when i was in my early twenties, i briefly dated a guy who told me he wanted to propose to me. but, he “needed” me to lose 60 pounds first because he knew i would be “so fat and ugly when pregnant” that he’d have no choice but to divorce me and i really should consider losing weight if i ever wanted to be a mom because how selfish would it be of me to have a baby knowing he’d have no choice but to inevitably cheat on me 🫠 i wish this wasn’t a true story and that i was exaggerating, but it really did happen and i was just a girl with daddy issues who didn’t know her worth and somehow believed this was him wanting the best for me (clearly i was unwell but i know i’m not the only one who has been in an incredibly toxic situationship before so i might as well be honest amirite) 🙃 well, karma is a leopard dress because here i am at 39 years old, 32 weeks pregnant, married to a very supportive man who thinks i’ve never looked prettier than i do with a baby in my big belly. i now know that one guy had it all very wrong. i was beautiful then and i’m beautiful now. i hope someone reads these terrible things that i once believed and realizes that they are worthy of the desires of their heart right now—not when the number on the scale decreases or the size of their jeans reads different. i hope you believe you’re beautiful and worthy of love just as you are...not when, but now xoxo