Skinny, Mid, Big — It's All Relative and It's All a Mind F*ck
Some thoughts on body image at 8.5 months pregnant
The amazing news: OUR RENO IS DONE. Like, DONE DONE. No more early mornings. No more bustling house with 3-5 contract workers here at a time. No more being surrounded by dust and fresh paint and making 100 million little decisions every single day.
The boring news: We’re now fully in the process of putting our home back together, so I don’t have true Reno(vation) 911! updates for you. Our sole focus is getting everything in its right place and nesting hard. Our kitchen table is still half-full of just stuff to put away, we’re waiting on a lot of little decor things to complete our living areas and bedroom, (curtains, hooks, and the like), the laundry room needs to be completely organized, and the nursery is waiting to be set up (my parents are coming over this weekend to help with that). We are making progress every day in small ways and every weekend in big ways, and I hope to do individual room reveals bit by bit as we complete them. We’re also hoping to have a yard sale in a few weeks to clear out a bunch of stuff we no longer need/want.
THERE’S JUST SO MUCH TO DO.
All that said, I hope to share some impressive pictures with y’all next week and today, instead of doing a renovation update, I want to write at you about all things body image after experiencing pregnancy these last 34 weeks and having thoughts. I want to say at the top that none of this is that serious. We all know how fucked up women are in the head when it comes to our looks and weight; let’s not pretend we aren’t. There is no such thing as a woman who’s truly never dealt with body image or body dysmorphia. I just find it interesting to really talk about. I don’t know if anything I have to say will provide any sort of a-ha moments for you, and that’s not my goal anyway. I just want to talk.