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Well I'm back down to a size 8, just like before I went through that depression. I'm trying to find old clothes that I packed away, but I think I got rid of most of my old stuff. I remember sorting through stuff at one point and deciding that I needed to just accept that fact that I was going to be a plus size woman and getting rid of a bunch of
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I have huge triggers about weight. Being pregnant right now, I have to get weighed at every appointment and I hate it. I know why they have to do it, but seeing the numbers creep up triggers me, even though I know I'm supposed to gain weight. Sick what this society does, doesn't it? Then, there's also the fact that people keep telling me I'm "not showing much yet" for 25 weeks, and I feel that I am (the doctor says I'm at a good size, so that's what matters.) which always freaks me out. I've noticed that when a woman is pregnant, it's like her body seems to be considered public property even more so than when she isn't- I have near-strangers remarking on my size, asking how far along I am, predicting gender, co-workers I barely know reaching out for my belly..ugh..as a person with a huge personal space range and someone that's very private naturally, this is an assault on the senses for me. It's like the whole world wants to know about my body and considers it their business. I think pregnancy has made me into more of a feminist thinker than I already was.
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