January 7, 2010 by Jo
I’ll say it.
I’m glad to be 18 pounds heavier than I was before my pregnancy.
When I was around 20 I hit my weight plateau. I’d waffled a lot through high school and right after, but at 20 I realized I’d been about the same size for a little over a year. And except for about six months in 2005, I stayed that size – a nice round 125 pounds - until my baby bump started growing.
5’7″ and 125 with a cute butt. That was where I lived for over 6 years.
The bump started growing and I started gaining; the day before her birth I weighed in at a whopping (for me) 173 pounds.
And today, 7 weeks after the birth (and 7 weeks of breastfeeding, eating healthy and keeping active) I’m back down to 143 pounds and I rather like me at this weight. 5’7″ and 143 pounds with a great figure and an excellent excuse to buy new clothes and very few comments from other women about my weight. I can eat my salad in peace now.
I type all that to climb on a soapbox and say that I’ve noticed the trend on the internets is that women who are my size are evil whores who deserve nicknames like “Skeletor” and should eat more red meat and cake. We’re not allowed to comment on a post about someone’s weight because we have no idea how they feel, being that we’re skinny and all. Even at my current weight, which feels “fat” to me.
Uh, OK. So it’s alright for us “skinny” people to be questioned constantly about our health and food intake? It’s OK for us to be called offensive names? And it’s NOT OK for us to complain about our thighs or the difficultly of finding the right bra? What a freakin’ double standard.
So, no, I’m not grossly obese or in dire need of a diet or shopping in the plus-size section…but I do have my days, especially now that I’m adjusting to my new body, where I FEEL fat. Whether or not I actually am is of little to no importance; I’m starting to believe 90% of “fat” is in our heads and hearts and not on the scale anyway.
And that’s my first rant of 2010.