I’m a chunky lady. I also have perfect blood pressure and cholesterol levels. I’ll always have fat, but I refuse to BE fat. I’ve never been more proud of my body, and I want everyone to know it.
I don’t want to project my past insecurities onto my kids. My weight is not my worth.
When someone has a newborn baby, you exclaim with glee, “yes! I can’t wait for cuddles!” Because it would be weird to expect a hug from a newborn.
The difference being, a hug goes both ways. When you hug someone, you expect that hug in return.
You’ll be awake one night with an overtired baby, she’ll be screaming and you don’t know why. You’ll be at your wits end. Then she’ll settle her head against your shoulder and gently tap your back with her tiny baby hand. Your heart will melt.
It’s ironic, because it’s the hug you’ve needed for the last 6 months of sleep deprivation slash torture.
A good hug is worth the wait.
Were you asked?
If the answer is no, do not give advice.
Don’t be the unsolicited advice guy.