This is my first pregnancy. It is a boy 💙💙 and though I am excited about it now, in the beginning I wasn't. I didn't realize how mentally unprepared I was to carry a child until it happen. This was not a planned pregnancy, but I also wasn't doing anything to prevent it Soo yeah. but I am a dancer. Ballet, contemporary, modern, lyrical, West African, tap, all the above so I'm very athletic and have a thing about my weight. I always thought I was shaped wierd. I have B-cup tits, a very small waist but ass, hips, and thighs that just pop out at you and I'm rather tall for a woman(so I've been told) It wasn't always accepted in the dance community having such a figure but over the years it's become more common And that's great and all but it still hasn't made me feel anymore comfortable about my shape. So skip ahead I found out I was pregnant but didn't let that change my daily habits too much. I still worked out 5 days a week, still danced, still ate my fruits and veggies and as little meat as possible (I don't like the taste), I drank a little less coffee which was hard at first but now I don't drink it at all 😁😁. So throughout the whole pregnancy I was small. No stomach, my boobs did grow but not that much, I was throwing up all the time but still gaining a pound or two. I thought it was fine. By 6months my belly finally popped but not too much to where it was super noticable. But now here I am 30weeks with this beach ball attached to me and stretch marks that literally came out of no where and I know I should be in touch with my inner self and I should feel strong and beautiful because I'm bringing a life into this world... but in all honesty I feel hideous. I don't even want to look at myself naked. I look at these marks and cry I look at my body and am depressed. I love my baby don't get me wrong but idk I just don't feel all sunshine and rainbows like everyone keeps telling me to get.

p.s. my boyfriend is really amazing supportive and puts up with my foolish body shaming. I literally ask him every week "Babe..... do you think I'm fat" "Do you still love me even though I'm as big as a house" "Do you think I'm pretty" and every week it's the same response. "I'm in love with you and your beautiful scars"