I know that most people don't celebrate weight gain, but I am so happy! My old clothing finally fits me properly. No more safety pins, no more constant hiking up of my skirt, no more baggy shirts. Yay!
I weigh more now than when I got pregnant, although at that time I weighed the least I ever had. Recently, while shopping for a new outfit with some of my husband's family, one of the lovely ladies commented that I looked skinnier if I didn't wear the matching belt. I just took the comment and ignored it, but really it bothered me a little bit. My goal isn't to look skinny. I did the whole skinny thing and I didn't like it. My goal is to look healthy, and if that means that I have a little tummy, then so be it.
I have worked so hard for the past 18 months to gain all this weight. While society generally does not find fat attractive, I don't see a problem with showing off my hard-earned belly fat. Yeah, I know, that doesn't sound so nice, either. But I am at a healthy weight for my height and build, I am purposely gaining in preparation for another pregnancy, and I don't think that I should be made to feel fat and unattractive when I'm not.
Wow. That post went off on a little tangent I wasn't expecting. At any rate, my point is that I am so happy to be me again after such a long time of being only half of me. Wearing clothing that fits is such a pleasure. Getting rid of those safety pins is such a pleasure. Not having to constantly check to be sure that I have no skin peeking out where it shouldn't be is a pleasure. And looking and feeling healthy is a pleasure.
So I don't care what other people think. I am happy with me. That's all that matters.