Hannah
5 months later.
I stare at myself in the mirror, and I don’t like what I’m seeing. I’m so round; I wobble like a penguin. My entire back is sore, and my legs hardly hold up my weight. My hair has gone completely flat and lifeless, my complexion is too fair, and I don’t look decent unless I wear a bunch of makeup.
I’m wearing a loose-fitting light pink dress with a pair of flats that look like ballet slippers because that’s the only thing that’ll fit my swollen feet.
“I’m so fat…” I whine as tears fill my eyes. My hormones were getting the best of me; I don’t remember feeling like this the first time I was pregnant.
“You’re not fat,” Sebastian says from behind me, wrapping his arms around me and peering at me through the mirror as well. “You’re pregnant and you’re beautiful
