This follows on from my post The Land of Faerie.
The only thing about my body I could embrace was being petite. Being small defined me. I could stand out as being ‘the tiny one’ in the group, or I could disappear as the wall flower. I learned to work both to my advantage.
When I got pregnant with my first child, I weighed 98 pounds. Given that is 45 pounds less than my current weight, I was literally skin and bones. In my second trimester, people didn’t even realize I was pregnant. I was a whopping 118 pounds at full term.
“You are so tiny!” were words I craved.