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Terrible self image, despite healing well. 1st baby. (Anonymous)

February 23, 2015

1 child, 5 months PP

I am 23 and gave birth to my gorgeous baby girl 5 months ago. I love her more than life itself but have struggled with the effect on my body- softer stomach and saggier boobs :( I was lucky to only get very small stretchmarks underneath my belly button and they are now barely noticeable. My baby girls delivery was natural and the pregnancy was fine although I developed antenatal depression in my 3rd trimester and spent most of the pregnancy worrying excessively about my babies health. I didnt really gain much weight during the pregnancy, I went up a dress size and seemed to retain alot of water, the excess weight seemed to drop [...] Continue Reading…

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Feminist Friday 2.20

February 20, 2015

So this is a thing I used to do over at TIAW (the now-defunct This is a Woman) and then for awhile over at Zebrabelly. I’d collect a bunch of links I found important for other women to read and share them. Sometimes it was uplifting stuff, sometimes it was angry-making stuff, sometimes it was deep stuff necessary for emotional growth, and sometimes it was just pure silliness, but always it was important (silly is important, mkay?). I’m going to start trying to bring this back here at SOAM every Friday. Let’s see if I can make this happen, huh? Feel free to send me any appropriate links you come across, either at my email address ( or over [...] Continue Reading…

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Single Mom, FML (Anonymous)

February 18, 2015

22y/o FTM of 5month old

Well I just need to vent, get it out before I go completely off the deep end. I lay here next to my son and in some ways I want to die. I want to scream and hit and throw things and I want to finally break down and give up. I am so sick of fighting but I have to. I can’t let my son grow up with unhealthy habits, so I have to put a damn smile on and pretend that I don’t hate everything I see when I look in the mirror. I have to pretend that I never think what if I hadn’t had my son. Because I would always do [...] Continue Reading…

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