{"id":1572,"date":"2025-10-14T15:05:25","date_gmt":"2025-10-14T15:05:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=1572"},"modified":"2025-10-14T15:05:25","modified_gmt":"2025-10-14T15:05:25","slug":"adoptive-mom-shares-plea-for-kindness-after-employee-shames-her-baby-weight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=1572","title":{"rendered":"Adoptive Mom Shares Plea For Kindness After Employee Shames Her \u2018Baby Weight\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cFor years, I used to starve myself to fit into the smaller sizes of Abercrombie clothing. I thought if I had one roll on my stomach boys wouldn\u2019t find me attractive.<\/p>\n

I would cry in my room and do sit ups before bed to make sure I wouldn\u2019t get bigger; I have always been self-conscious of my stomach.<\/p>\n

Once someone told me not to wear a white t-shirt because it was unflattering on my stomach. I literally haven\u2019t worn one ever since.<\/p>\n

As an adult, I have decided to love myself, to eat healthy, to realize the scale is just a number, to be active, and not be obsessed with my weight.<\/p>\n

My husband and I decided to adopt last year, which has been a beautiful journey becoming a family of three, but it is also extremely hard and stressful. I am one that stress eats to the max!<\/p>\n

During this time, I ended up gaining 15 pounds in 4 months. I did my best to just enjoy every moment as a new mama to my baby boy, and focus only on that.<\/p>\n

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Most of you may have heard how motherhood goes, and hopefully have gotten the blessing to experience it yourself. Late night feeds, baths, diaper changes, quick showers, no sleep, etc. I was getting to know my new baby and our new dynamic and relationship.<\/p>\n

The weight gain started to eat at me (pun intended). I saw other new moms that had birthed their babies that were already smaller than me, had flatter stomachs, and were fitting into their tiny jeans.<\/p>\n

Here I was, bigger than my usual size, uncomfortable, and embarrassed that I was big. And I didn\u2019t even birth my child!<\/p>\n

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When my son was about 6 months old, I had gotten up while he was still sleeping so I could actually get ready. I had been feeling down about my appearance, but I lost some of the weight and felt confident on this particular day.<\/p>\n

I was taking my son to get my wedding ring inspected and cleaned (big, exciting outing, I know). I walked into the store and into the jewelry department. I was feeling so amazing with my beautiful baby boy on my hip.<\/p>\n

The women went goo goo over my son Banning (I mean, who wouldn\u2019t?) and then I asked about getting my ring soldered together since I hadn\u2019t gotten to it yet. The lady looked at me and made a scrunched-up face.<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh honey, you should REALLY wait until you lose some of the baby weight.\u2019<\/p>\n

My eyes instantly started to water. I was speechless. There were other customers around who heard. It took everything within me not to cry. I didn\u2019t even want to stand there to tell her he was adopted. That this was just my body, and I didn\u2019t birth him.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m not saying this for people to comment that I\u2019m pretty, and not fat, and feel bad for me. I\u2019m writing this honestly to remind people to be KIND. You don\u2019t know what people are going through.<\/p>\n

You may see a woman with greasy hair and think, \u2018Ew gross, shower!,\u2019 but maybe she can\u2019t because her baby is fussy and up all night and she hasn\u2019t had 10 minutes.<\/p>\n

Maybe you see a mom with bad acne breaking out because her baby likes touching her face while she gives them a bottle\/nurses.<\/p>\n

In a world full of mom shaming, be a person that lifts up other moms.\u201d<\/p>\n

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