Dear Prudence,
I had a really hard pregnancy and went from slightly overweight pre-pregnancy to slightly underweight postpartum. Breastfeeding carved even more out of my body. Our son is two now, and I’m still fighting to get up to a healthy weight. Everyone has an opinion about this, and everyone has worries about weight gain, so there’s no one I can talk to. My doctors were unworried about weight loss and they missed recognizing how risky my pregnancy was until the third trimester. Afterwards, I had to search out a new practice to find someone who would take my postpartum concerns seriously. My mom was congratulating me about avoiding mommy tummy, my sisters are acting jealous and my husband once told me he missed my old boobs and ass. He apologized but it stings. My in-laws send me snake oil supplement articles, but at least they understand that it is a problem I want to solve even if I’m not going to do it that way.
I’m the last in my friend group to have a baby so I feel like my friends are blasé about pregnancy issues. So many women in my mom groups say things like “you’re lucky” or “I wish that was my problem.” Forget pretty privilege, strangers on the light rail offer me a seat when I’m traveling alone because I look sickly. I don’t feel lucky—I feel exhausted and I hate my new body. Also, we want a second child but no amount of chugging Ensure seems to be getting me close to healthy for that. How do I get people to realize this topic hurts, and I either need empathy or silence?
—Not Lucky