Amber
The days blurred together as I juggled my online lessons, therapy, and pregnancy. I threw myself into studying, determined to prove to myself—and to the world—that I wasn’t just some broken girl defined by her past. But balancing it all wasn’t easy.
Every morning, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop, my books spread out in front of me, determined to absorb as much information as I could. I pushed through exhaustion, through the discomfort of my ever-changing body, and forced myself to stay focused.
But pregnancy was relentless.
My body was not my own anymore. My belly grew larger each week, my skin stretching in ways that made me feel alien in my own skin. My breasts were swollen and heavy, they had become twice their original size, my feet ached, and my back felt like it b
