Some background. After having my wonderful baby, I suffered some serious body image issues. He was a big kiddo so I have stretch marks out the wazoo. Pre-pregnancy I was a fit, thin young woman, and that lil'monsted just about sucked the life out of me.
Fast forward 4 months - I've lost all but five pounds of the baby weight, but I'm still covered in stretch marks and my tummy is still 'doughy'. Intimacy with my husband has never even been an issue, but postpartum I'd be lying if I didn't feel most comfortable while under the covers with the lights out. This kind of dampened things and it all got a bit bland and routine.
WELL - tonight after the baby went to bed, we did a bit of cooking and instead of cleaning up WE FUCKED ON THE KITCHEN TABLE! With the lights on and everything!! I'm now feeling much more comfortable in my new, stretchy skin and not-so-perfect figure. Shout out to my awesome husband for (whether he's BSing or not) still seeing his fit and fabulous wife under all this 'change' and for being patient while I came to terms with my new bod.
Note: I did not post this for any reason short of sharing a wonderful moment about an uphill battle many women face, and to lighten the mood in an often sad sub. There is still love and happiness out there folks, and all of you deserve it!
Submitted December 18, 2016 at 02:03AM by girls_withguns http://ift.tt/2hHNNON
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