I Hated My Mom Body, and Why I’m Not Afraid To Say It

I had been sitting on my bed, naked, for almost a half an hour at this point. Tears streaming down my face uncontrollably while I stared at my clothes littered all over the floor. Nothing fit me right. There were rolls on my body in places I didn’t even know could roll. I felt ashamed and self-conscious and I resented my body for looking like this.

I hated my mom body.

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