Generally speaking, I'm getting divorced, probably. Because I'm fat and can't control myself.
At least that's what my husband says. And in my defense, I can swear that I don't overeat or attack the fridge at night. My body simply doesn't want to give up the extra pounds, especially after giving birth. This is a problem I was afraid of when I was a student. But years later it caught up with me. Much to my deep regret.
Igor and I got married as young people who were really in love with each other. Even my mom praised him, for the first time in her life she liked my guy, so I was over the moon.
She has good parents, her own apartment, a theater degree, and great prospects. The thing is that either through connections or really because of his talents, Igor was hired as a TV presenter on our local news. Of course, we don't live in the capital, but my husband was recognized on the street even then, and even more so now that he is a local celebrity.
Four years ago, when I was just getting ready for marriage, my appearance was… Perfect. At least that's what I thought. I was slim, shapely and beautiful. No wonder, I loved sports, I wasn't lazy to burn extra calories. I also had a secret that only my mother probably knew. It was a genetic predisposition to obesity – my personal plague.
If I kept my body in constant stress and ate only the “right” food, I could still sustain myself. But one step to the left or right… End. Igor didn't mind my appearance at all. We talked a lot, understood each other with half a word. Besides, our parents got to know each other quickly. So I didn't think I was chosen just because of my looks. And my inner complexes didn't let me even dream in that direction.
What does that mean? That it's about my inner peace. And that's the basis of a happy family. It turned out I was wrong. Now it's clear to me: after giving birth to Kasia I became a completely different person. “Obese”, as some say. Before, when I had something resembling a belly, I hoped it would give me an advantage after giving birth.
“Of course I'll gain weight,” I thought, but I intended to get back to my previous shape quickly. After all, we've all seen those perfect bodies of actresses after giving birth. A few months to get back into shape, then a little more time to get into shape and here she is, a beautiful mother and her happy family. But in my case, it didn't happen.
All my methods, all my efforts, which I followed with such perseverance and a huge amount of – all went to waste. Cellulite appeared, folds appeared, even my skin became elastic like a sponge.
My husband has even forbidden me from meeting our mutual friends. He doesn't say it directly, but I know what he means. He doesn't want to be seen with me. For him, what matters is how he looks and who he is with in public. So I'm going to have liposuction. I realize that some unfriendly people will probably not support me or understand me. However, my husband perked up at the thought and even gave me the funds for it.
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