"Do I look pregnant, or do I look fat?"
I hate to say it, but this question has become an almost daily occurrence in my household. Ever since I entered that dreaded in-between phase of pregnancy when your belly is halfway between a bump and a gut, I have been enormously insecure. I can just feel those skinny moms at the gym judging me.
Until recently, I have never struggled much with body confidence. But as the numbers on the scale have gone up, my esteem has fallen down. Now, I constantly appeal to my husband for a fleeting boost of affirmation.
The funny thing about the question, "Do I look fat?" is that I am aware, in the middle of asking it, how unattractive it is. There is nothing sexier than a woman who loves herself, and there is nothing unsexier than a woman clawing for compliments. What's more, as a wife and soon-to-be mom, I would like to think that I've matured in this department, that I shed these superficial trappings years ago. But my insecurities are not unlike those of the ...1