“Obviously, pregnancy comes with weight gain, this is a no brainer.
But what about other life events where body changes happen, why aren’t they seen as acceptable?
I’ve gained weight because I am writing a book that makes me laugh and cry and find comfort in Thai food and frozen caramel coffees.
I gained weight because I have been sad and anxious more than I’ve felt like myself, and my body feels safer in my bed right now.
I weigh more because for the first time in a year, I’m enjoying being home with my family, and not kissing them goodbye every weekend as I run myself ragged working and being present for people who aren’t me and didn’t come out of me.
I’m heavier because I have amazing family and friends who we surround ourselves with now, watching football and eating pizza and being comfortable with them loving us.
And the most important one, I’ve gained weight because it’s actually a totally normal thing bodies do and it’s absolutely none of your fucking business. If my weight in any way impacts how you see me as a person, a friend, a colleague or lover, then I would like to terminate that relationship immediately, because that is not the kind of bigoted prejudice I want in my life.”
