You're already very self conscious about your midsection, having had 3 kids, one of which was nine pounds. You've put on a little weight, maybe a little puffier in the middle, but you know, you're trying. You work out more than anyone you know (in real life, anyway), kettlebells and yoga and walking. You may have a belly, but you're strong and have muscular arms and legs. You do your best to dress appropriately, no tight fitting items. And then...
After your own mother smacks you on the stomach in a nonverbal affirmation that you look like crap, she then asks if it's possible that you have a tumor in your midsection. Because you know, you're so BIG there.
This is all totally true. I am not kidding. This is what I have to live with all the time. I feel like such an idiot, but I cannot seem to stop crying. I wanted to scream: I get it! I'm not thin enough, or pretty enough, or smart enough, or successful enough! I GET IT! I don't need to be reminded, because you've made sure I know all this FROM BIRTH.
So, yeah, that's my day. I'm going to go walk to Westport, about 6-7 miles. Depending on my route, since I won't walk the way I would drive. I'm going to walk until I stop crying, until I'm not sad and mad anymore, until I feel like I'm good enough again.