Let me just start out by saying that my goal with the stomach posts - which I plan to do weekly - is to have a record of progression.
That was taken this morning. I think you can still see the sleep-shirt creases in my skin.
In response to last week's post, I got a number of comments and emails about how small my stomach is. I got some eye rolling and snide comments from friends. I made a couple people feel fat.
I hate knowing that. I'd never try to do that to anyone.
I know my stomach isn't big yet. It's taking a longer than I anticipated, but it makes sense. My stomach is the last place I gain, ever. Well, except for my boobs.
My stomach isn't the main reason I don't fit into my pants. My pants don't fit because my thighs and ass have expanded at a quicker rate than the area of my body surrounding my uterus.
I get that we're all built differently, but that, that I hate.
Weight and body image are difficult issues for me, and I have a long history of hating my size and shape - my legs in particular. Anyone who has ever had a complicated relationship with food and body knows that it doesn't have to do with how big or small you actually are.
It's mainly, I think, about how you feel about who you are in your head. But there are so many layers to it.
I think I've almost figured out what's currently going on, though. I just need to take some time to articulate it.
So there we have it. A tummy-a-week. Because I'm interested, and because I'm comfortable enough with that.
You don't, however, see me posting up-close pics of my thighs. And you never will.