I am not pregnant. I just like cookies, and bagels, and butter chicken.
This is my “before” picture. This is the picture that captures the woman I am today. A mother of three. A wife to a husband who adores me and calls me sexy. A writer. A friend. A daughter.
This is me.
"Don't smile you're supposed to look miserable," my husband joked. But am I? Am I miserable? Do I hate myself and my body?