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20 years ago, my belly held a 6 pound baby and I had gained 90 pounds during the pregnancy. At 36 weeks of pregnancy, I measured 48 centimeters; an enormous amount of fluid stretched me so that it looked like a bear gashed its claws across my stomach and hips. You can barely see the silvery lines, but they are all still there. I only got the stomach flap in the last year when I became disabled for awhile and gained 50 pounds. I am on my way back down and think the flap will also go away, or at least shrink.

I haven’t had the same vanity issues other women have and can walk around naked without a problem. Gaining weight, however, has brought a new appreciation for women’s image concerns. Fat on others has never bothered me. Fat on myself, I want gone. The skin is always here to stay.


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