My Temporary Pass To Gain Weight
I’ve been handed a temporary pass to gain weight.
I’m not sure who gave it to me, but it’s here.
And it is temporary.
During this pass: I will be allowed to honour my body, my cravings, my needs. I will be permitted to eat, exercise, expand and change the way my body sees fit.
But it IS temporary.
My body will in a few months time transition from a living, giving vessel of life, to an aftermath of a grand event.
An aftermath.
No longer an event.
Whether we say it or not, we will watch and wait and see “Can she snap back?” “Will she try?” with intentional and unintentional fans of each side.
It’s what we do.
We watch. We wait.
This is what plagues a woman.
This is why for many, pregnancy weight gain fear still exists as food freedom enters her life, perhaps for the first time ever as she gets her pass.
But immediately after, the pass is revoked and it’s time to conform again.
Snap back.
Bounce back.
Just whatever you do, go back!
Even if your hormones are entirely different. Your hips have rotated. Your skin has expanded. Your very cells have changed.
Me? I don’t like being pregnant this time. Not at all.
The pass feels like a curse.
A reminder that we are only given societal passes when we meet another standard such as bringing life forward.
But the pass givers time is running out.
For how little they know.
How close we are. Collectively.
To finally seeing.
That we ARE and always will be, the main event.
And we stop waiting for passes for freedom in our bodies.
