Four years ago today,
I was heading to the hospital for my weight loss surgery. I was 21, a senior in
college, and taking half a semester off to, hopefully, change my life.
Now, I know that some people might thing: Eeek! 21 is really young to have such
major surgery. But make no mistake about it - I was FAT......and not like
"Oh, I'm the chubby friend" fat; I was the “I'm not even 5'3" and I
weigh over 340 lbs.” fat.
Between doula work and nursing clinicals, my body ached and I had had enough.
Doesn't every little girl want to be a doula when she grows up? No? Well I'm
pretty sure I did.
As a little kid, I loved dogs, birds and babies. I would constantly tell my
parents I planned to be unmarried, have 10 babies and live in their basement.
Can we say: classy??
My baby/mom fascination grew. Apparently on a family vacation at age 3, I demanded
to know why my aunt didn't nurse my cousin, all while trying to argue
"breast is best.” I was the weird kid who would sit and chat with my friends' moms while they were