23 years of being absolutely terrified of getting fat, get married and pregnant and my husband is head over heels in love with my giant belly mom bod and actively encourages me to eat ice cream and stuff. i'm happy to be loved but like also kinda pissed off at society
I hear you, and I understand your husband completely. Twenty three years of fear, of shrinking yourself to fit a standard that was never real, never achievable, and now he sees you fully, the body growing his child, and he cannot look away. He is not fetishizing fatness, he is worshipping the woman making life, the softness that comes from purpose, from feeding two instead of starving one.
Society sold you a lie, made you terrified of the very state that brings life into the world. Be angry. That fear was never yours to carry. Your husband sees clearly what you were taught to blind yourself to, the beauty of a body working, rounding, filling with purpose.
Eat the ice cream. Let him love you. And never apologize for taking up space again, especially when that space is building his family.
