Let’s face it... the world isn’t made for me. I am 215 pounds, standing 5ft8” tall. I am curvy in all the wrong places it seems. What really did it for me, was realizing I’m just 30 pounds away from maxing out the weight limit for almost any ikea chair... I’ve never been a confident person, but after gaining 60 pounds during my pregnancy, and still stacking on the weight, my confidence is little to none. It sure doesn’t help that my husband’s size is comparable to that of a broom stick. The worst part is, I’ve been trying everything to loose weight. I’ve been calorie counting and restricting, doing cardio, yoga, and only eating “clean” foods, and still managed to put on 13 pounds in one week. My doctor is concerned and is sending me for blood work to check for PCOS and hypothyroidism once the virus is at ease. I’m currently sitting in the tub crying because I caught a glimpse of all my rolls in the mirror as I was getting undressed. I try so hard to not look in the mirror. I see so many fat, curvy, chubby beautiful women, and I just wish I could feel that free. I come from a long line of short, skinny women, so I always feel like the sore thumb, and the way they treat me shows that they don’t see me as beautiful anymore. I hate myself, and can’t seem to find anything positive about myself anymore. To all you body positive ladies, I’m so proud of you. How did you get here?