One of the worst things about being so overweight is the sex. Not my ability to have it or experiment with different positions and variations, but how vulnerable and self-conscious I feel during it. Thunderous thighs, ripply stomach (made worse by pregnancy), huge arms… I think the worst is when I’m on top, or when we’re doing it doggy-style. At least I can sort of “hide” during missionary, since my husband is on top of me.

Funny how during one of the most incredible moments my husband and I have together I feel the ugliest.

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