Struggling with myself; my legs barely carrying my weight, I realized I may have overdone this one. Gaining a lot of weight doesn't just affect ones physical wellness but also the psychological and emotional well-being.
Looking in the mirror was horrifying, I mean where did my flat tummy go? How come I was spotting some dark stretchmarks on my hips?! Was this even normal? Everyone looked at me now, walking into my office never felt more nerve-wracking. Now I understand how fat Albert must have felt.
Speaking with my therapist, I expressed with much pain in voice how upsetting the changes in my body were, how 'beautyless' I felt... He jolted me back to reality. "You are pregnant" he said, these changes are normal.
I woke up panting, covered in sweat. The room was really dark, thank God it was only a dream.
Or was it?
Or was it?
