Clothes shopping was always fun for me. I loved searching for a good bargain at a vintage shop and I knew that whatever was on the rack would fit. I didn’t have to worry about it being too small or too tight in the chest, stomach, hips…. I was confident in my body shape and size so if something didn’t fit, I didn’t sweat it. That all changed when I started to show. I was likely the only one who though I was showing, but I was blatantly growing a protective layer of fat like a bear preparing for hibernation.  To me, it was obvious that I was pregnant, but to the rest of the world I was simply getting fat, letting myself go after marriage, eating too much, exercising too little. Ugh! Continue reading →