I feel like I'm 220lbs - Yesterday was a HUGE fucking fail of a day
I ate meat - I binged at home -I cried
you'd cry too if you received the following email from your husband:
Don't get the tattoo. You will probably grow to hate it because I will most likely tell you how much I hate it every time I see it. Your body can not handle a large tattoo. Tattoos should not be placed any where that is pudgy or does not have the appearance of being firm. You are a mother now with a mother's body and a tattoo like you want will not look good on a mother's body.
I hope it does make you think twice, & even if you lost weight you would look relatively the same where you want to get the tattoo.
This confirms that my fat husband sucks at life, the fucking hypocrite. He is saying I'm pudgy and I don't need anything accenting my fat, yet he is waddling around at an actual 220lbs in clothes that are too small for him.
The worst line? even if you lost weight you'd still look the same - I read that to mean, I won't find you sexy no matter how much weight you lose because you have a mother's body and always will. I know he thinks tattoos are sexy, I've seen his porn collection so his issue is not the tattoo, his issue is with my body.
Doesn't matter either way, the tattoo artist canceled tonight and I'll probably feel too fat and motherly to go through with it in two weeks anyway.
bonus? this weekend I get to play happy married couple at his sister's wedding, yay...
right now, I hate my fucking life.