If you’d see my parents you’d think I was skinny. If you compare my body next to my fiancé yea I look like a fuckin whale. But I sure as hell could bench his weight (115lbs) meaning I also have a decent amount of muscle mass. Yea I could stand to lose a few more pounds that’s what I was working on last spring and summer. My depression was also being handled well before the doctor sat there and said I was too fat and need to exercise more and that I should make sure to take my depression medicine so I don’t make my life and my fiancé’s life miserable (he actually said I’m going to make my life and my fiancé’s miserable without my

Medicine). To top the cake I got nothing but jokes instead of support from my fiancé. Way to make a woman feel like shit about her appearance and mental health when she’s only gained 3 pounds since her first fucking OB appointment and was in a decent mood for weeks before the doc walked in and started making presumptuous remarks acting like I just sit on my ass all day eating and mean mugging everyone around me. Never mind looking in my chart to see how little weight I’ve gained or noticing the fact that I have a Fitbit on my wrist meaning that I do take my weight seriously.