I'm 29 or 30 weeks pregnant, and I can't look at myself in the mirror without crying.
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This baby feels like loss to me - I've lost my career, my financial stability, my health, and a body that I liked because of it.
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I was starting to feel more comfortable with my body. It was really the first time I'd had soft curves or breasts to speak of. I'd let my hair grow out long and goddess-y, and I was starting to feel slightly better about myself. And then I went for a haircut, right before we were about to take maternity photos. It was getting a bit shaggy, since I hadn't cut it since October, and I just wanted a trim. There was a language barrier between the hairdresser and I, and he cut off several inches. It's now at my chin, and looks like it was cut with pruning shears. I feel like he took away my only redeeming physical feature at this point. I feel sloppy, overweight, and masculine looking.
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I am so ashamed. Where I live, everyone is wealthy and well groomed and waits until they're in their late 30s to have babies. I'm 23. People are so rude and dismissive to me, and treat me like I'm irresponsible for even being pregnant. People on the street, health care professionals. Despite the fact that I'm in a stable and loving relationship, and have a university degree and fulfilling career.
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I know I can't do my maternity photos now, and I don't even know how I'll be able to agree to pictures of me and the baby, right after he's born, even though I know it's important. I just want to hide. I can't bear the idea of having any of this documented.
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I miss being pretty so much. Everyone was so nice to me, everywhere. I don't want to go through another six months of waiting for my hair to grow for people to be polite to me again! I also know that there will be saggy skin and stretch marks, and I'll never really have my pre-pregnancy body back. I just want to be invisible. I can't even stand leaving the house to run errands right now because I'm so ashamed.
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I'm in cognitive behavioural therapy, but the therapist says my core beliefs about appearance (which I absolutely acknowledge are flawed and problematic) would be too hard to change, so she has me do breathing exercises and make goals about doing yoga more times per week, because she believes it's an anxiety problem and the only way to deal with it is to treat it symptomatically through relaxation. I think it's crap, honestly, but since I had to give up my job and therefore my benefits package because this pregnancy made me so sick, I have to take what I can get, which is this free, crappy therapist.









