Off to a routine OB visit today, and while I usually do step on the scale with a good dose of trepidation, today will be different. Today holds the potential to break the ‘ideal weight’ range.
I shall strut back after being called, proudly step on the scale, and mutter to myself,
“Fuck it.”
A friend put it well:
“You’re beautiful. Let it go.”
I fucking love her.
And if the doctor spends too much time dwelling on ‘healthy weight gain’, I’ll simply show her this:
And yes, I do believe I will have seconds at Thanksgiving this year.
