#and she was like is your stomach bloated right now? if it is dont wear it

[thebirdandhersong]

???? something something deep discomfort with body image is it generational?????????

[lilysdaydreams]

Chocolates

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X plussize!Reader

→ Request: hello i love you and your writing (firstly) i was wondering if you could write a corpse husband xfem reader who is plus size? i havent seen any of those lol but maybe she gets hate over it and wants to start eating better and working out with him?? you don’t have to if you don’t want to tho!!

→ Warnings: chubby reader, insecure!reader, Body Image issues !!! Swearing, Descriptions of Readers feeling really sad about their body + online hate comments on readers body.

→ A/N: Idk what happened with this. This past week has been hard and I've been really tired but I forced myself to write something. I dont really think its goof but I hope the person who requested it likes it :(((

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You fell into bed, wrapping the blanket around you and rolling over onto your side. Work had been hard today, your manager getting mad at the smallest of things. You could hear Corpse in his streaming room, talking to the viewers. You and Corpse had been together for 2 years now, and both of you had finally decided you were ready to reveal your relationship to his fans. First, you'd simply joined him on stream, talking at some points. Then a few weeks later, he'd posted a photo of him holding your hand and tagged you in it.

Your followers had gone from your 450 friends to 53 000 strangers. And that was only on the first day. You hadn't been on Instagram for a whole week, too overwhelmed about all the attention. It was a Friday today though, so you decided you might as well.

You opened up Instagram and clicked on your profile, eyes widening as you saw the 500k written above followers.

"Five hundred thousand?" You whispered to yourself, not even being able to comprehend the number. Like sure, if you compared it to Corpses 2 million, it seemed small, but it's not as if you did anything! What reason would they have to follow you? You only had two photos posted as well, an outfit photo from your sister's weddings, and one of you drinking a bubble tea.

Quickly clicking on the bubble tea picture, you opened up the comments smiling when the first comment  that caught your eye was "Woah shes so pretty." You scroll slowly, your  smile growing bigger at all the  love that Corpses fans gave you.

"SHES GORGEOUS"

"QUEEN WHAT THE HELL STEP ON ME"

The amount of "CHOKE ME" comments were hilarious.

You chuckled at a few and scrolled again, reading another one.

"Why did he have to pick a fat girl?"

For a second, your heart completely  stopped.

"What the fuck," you muttered.

You quickly clicked on the replies, wanting to see what others had to say. There were people defending you and arguing with the user, and there were others who agreed with them.

“Yes omg do you se ever stomach? Ugh how can Corpse stand staring at that the whole day?”

“Bruh her legs 😂😂”

You sucked in a breath.

You’d never been thin, always a bit chubby and with a bit of stomach fat. You’d been very insecure in high school, always wearing baggy clothes to hide your body, but who hadn’t felt that way in high school. After it though, you’d been okay. You felt happy and Corpse always let you know that he loved your body just the way you were. You were pretty confident normally. Today though... today it felt like all of that confidence has crumbled. You kept scrolling focusing on all the comments that talked about your weight.

Throwing the phone on the bed, you got up and moved to the mirror you have in your room. Grabbing the cloth draped over it, you pulled it off, looking at yourself in the mirror. You can see every flaw the comments talked about. You can see your double chin, your huge stomach, your big thighs. You held your arms up, wincing when you see the fat on them. Your probably looked so bad when you waved bye to someone. Tears now gathering in your eyes, you moved the cloth back over the mirror and then went back to bed, using the pillow to muffle your sobs.

You knew you were being a bit stupid. Random people on the internet and their opinions shouldn’t matter to you. But for some reason, the words had really gotten to you, and all you wanted to do was cry.

A few minutes later, you heard the door open, and knowing it was Corpse, you pushed your head into the pillow even more, not wanting him to look at you like this.

“Babe,” he whispered, coming over and patting you on your back.

“Baby,” he repeated when you refused to say anything and that he could hear was your sniffling. “You okay?”

You sobbed in response and he let out a “Oh” and then pulled you away from the pillow.

You looked down, refusing to look at him because you would look like an absolute mess.

“God I look so bad right now, he’s gonna see me and realise how big of a fat mess I am and leave me,” you thought.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” He asked again grabbing you in a hug.

“Was it work?” He asked when you didn’t answer. “or did your mom call again?"

When you stayed silent, he let out a sigh and let you go, getting up from the bed.

You immediately looked up, and asked “Where are you going?" because for a second you felt like it was true.  Maybe Corpse was leaving you because of how disgusting you were.

He looked down at you, startled by your sudden question. "Just to get some chocolate and a blanket."

"No." you said voice shaking a bit from the crying, "I don't want chocolate."

"What babe, what the fuck?" He said softly, dropping back down next to you. "Baby what's going on, just tell me, I can't do anything if you can't tell me."

"You-You know your fans? They're amazing, right?" you finally said, hesitating a little.

"It's just, I checked some comments on one of Instagram posts and there's so many where they're just talking about how fat I am, or how big my stomach is, or how ugly I look," you said, your voice lowering to a whisper at the end.

A beat of silence and then;

"Oh baby noooo," Corpse whispers, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug.

You cant stop the tears from leaking out of your eyes and you bury your head into his shoulder. His hoodie smells like the bodywash he uses, making you calmer in a second.

"Sweetheart, you are absolutely beautiful," he begins, whispering into your ear. "Did you know that when I first saw you, I couldn't even speak? Like I legitimately felt like my mouth had been glued together, I couldn't form any words."

Heat rose to your cheeks as he continued on.

"You were like an angel, literally glowing, and guess what, I still feel like that whenever I see you now. When you come back home and you're wearing that huge hoodie and you just have the hood pulled up because its cold and the little pout on your face, guess what you look fucking gorgeous to me like that. And when you're in our bed, wearing shorts and a crop top with your hair in a bun waiting for me to make popcorn so we can watch a movie, god you look like an angel then okay?"

"Oh ah, when you're on your period, and seriously bloated and eating all the food, you fucking look beautiful to me then as well. Your tummy- Your tummy makes me so happy like look at this soft little baby. And guess what? I fucking LIVE for your thighs and you know that baby, like I will die for them okay? Your ass- well, we both know what I feel about that so I won't say anything." He ended with a chuckle.

You moved back a little, and he grabbed your face and rested his forehead on yours.

Taking a deep breath, he started whispering, eyes locked onto yours.

"Every single part of you is perfect. And I love it. I find you so sexy that I literally cannot breathe sometimes because of your presence. You're amazing and I fucking love you. What those people say on the internet, why the fuck does it matter huh? They obviously can't recognize the absolute fox in front of their faces."

Slowly he wiped the tears from your face, and returned the watery smile that you gave him.

"Chocolates?" he asked, still whispering.

You nodded your head, giggling as he ran to get them.

fin.

[aot-brainrot]

All I can think of now with tummy Spence is that shift it was soooo good I’m jealous

I'm just gonna copy and paste it from the Discord server, so the format and sentence structure's gonna be wonky lmaooo.

We were all chilling, relaxing, whatever, right. And Luke happened to catch Spence and Hotch quietly talking about something under their breaths, and we didn't understand what was going on until Luke said: "Don't ever say that again, bunny." That caught Elle's attention.

So, we were like wtf were they talking about?

TURNS OUT, Hotch and Spence were talking about how they were ashamed of their tummies-- at least in comparison to Luke, Matt, and Morgan. We weren't having that shit.

Now, listen, Hotch is like big Dom, okay. Mans never subs in my poly!bau shift, but boy oh boy were we upset with them when we found out they were talking shit about themselves grrrrrr.

spence was the stubborn one about it, you know. like, we kept telling them that we loved them, they were precious and perfect the way they were, etc-- and hotch was just sitting there like "oops", but spence kept insisting that we were lying. that shit dont fly with us grrrrr. so, elle pulled out the cuffs for spence, and hotch was now like "uhhhh how did we get here?"

now, i wasn't gonna be the one to tell hotch that he needed to learn, sooooo, emily took the L on that one.

So, we cuffed spence, right.... and em caught hotch off guard and manage to cuff him, too. thankfully, both of them were wearing button-downs, so we were able to open their shirts up while they were cuffed. spence was already pouting, so i went over to comfort him while taking his pants off. he was getting all shy and trying to use his cuffed hands to cover his stomach, but luke caught him and held his hands up to keep them out of the way. i started playing with spence while running my hands over his stomach, making him tense up and stuff because he's sensitive and whatnot. poor thing's just wiggling and whimpering while i'm playing with his tiny cock, telling him how he's perfect, and he needs to know that, etc. and hotch is also just sitting there, watching us, and he's getting hard because he likes watching us play, but he's also kinda worried that we're gonna tease him, too, until he admits that he's perfect. spence just refuses to admit it, though, so i edge him-- per morgan's request and emily starts working on hotch, because she's still the only one with enough balls to actually torture him like that.

Belly bulge Spence >>>

right. so, i started playing with him again while feeling his tummy up and telling him stuff like, "your tummy's perfect because it makes you warm, perfect for cuddling; because it's soft, which is perfect for us to lay our heads on; perfect because when we make you hold, we can see just how far you can bloat; and perfect because when we fill you up, we can see our cocks fucking in and out of you, and it's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen"

baby boy's so close to cumming... he's got his eyes screwed shut, he's pulling against Luke's hold on the cuffs, and his whole body's tightening up in preperation for his orgasm-- something i point out to him. i tell him, "and that... the way you tense your stomach when you're about to cum for us, bunny. it's so cute. it's how we know when to stop... or when to keep going... do you want me to keep going, puervus? do you wanna cum?" and he's nodding profusely because he can't even talk. "you need to admit that you're perfect, then. and you need to mean it."

poor thing's so desperate, and he's still nodding, so he starts repeating again and again, "i'm perfect, i'm perfect, i'm perfect-- my tummy's perfect-- i'm perfect..."

so, i finally let him cum, and it just pathetically shoots onto his stomach. morgan and luke lean over to play with him cum covered stomach. "and that's beautiful," matt murmurs with a smile.

meanwhile, emily's finally done raking her hands up and down hotch's chest, so we can all watch as she pulls his pants down and keeps teasing him-- because he obviously just wants her to touch him, but she's not that nice. so, she's staring at him while we clean spence up, and she's now kissing his stomach. he's not even fighting her. i can't remember the last time hotch didn't give em some kind of push back, so we're all like HUH. but he's calmly sitting there, not even fighting the cuffs like spence had been, and his head is thrown back as he's moaning.... 10/10 love him

but, ya, morgan ended up holding spence in his lap while we kept watching em and hotch. when she finally moved her lips down to his cock, that was when he finally tugged and struggled-- not because he was fighting, but because it was so unexpected, and it felt good. he loves em blowjobs hehe.

while em's blowing hotch, though, elle is still playing with his tummy and telling him that he needs to realize that he's perfect, too.

the thing about hotch is that he's big, scary dom most of the time; but he's always just so.... breakable hehe. spence was being bratty by not giving in to what we were saying, but somehow broke faster (probably because spence knows how to play the game and be a sub, while hotch is just like "gimme pleasure pleeeeaaassseeee")

hotch just gives in without any fighting. emily's working him towards the edge, elle's encouraging him, and he's just sputtering: "i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm perfect.... i promise--" and before we know it, he's cumming while bucking around, his loose abs just clenching and unclenching-- and it's so cutteeeee

spence likes it when we gently poke and play with his tummy now, and hotch has finally given into the idea of letting us rest our heads on his stomach when we're sleepy or bored. besides, it was nice bc i was kinda worried yesterday that i wasn't good for spence or hotch, so this was.... it was nice.

[mattelektras]

I want to know why you didn't like Jessica having a baby? I really don't have an opinion on it because I don't really know the character but maybe it wasn't a good idea to make her a mom.

personally baby stories are almost always a hard no for me like. its just not something that even slightly appeals to me probably because of my irl feelings towards it so thats kind of a me problem. pregnancy creeps me the fuck out physically and theoretically n it always has so i'll try to be objective here

just. why. literally why. what does it add to her as a person who has never shown any interest in having a family and even if they were, ISNT in the position to have one.

why would a woman who goes out every night to fight crime, possible be beaten up a little (miscarriages dont exist) have god knows what happen to them, possibly DIE without anyone knowing, want a kid????? ive seen people explain it with regards to when she was abducted by skrulls and she thought no one cared or noticed she was missing and she just wants someone to need her. and its like. oh thats healthy is it. for her to literally have a whole human depend on her. jess has trauma from so many things and has always been a character whose mental experiences impact her stories and they did not play into this at all. the baby cured all of her issues. thank you so much that does so much for women as a whole. have a baby that'll fix it

the covers were just.... uncomfortable none of these people have ever seen or spoken to a pregnant woman before

your spine queen???? if she straightened up her torso would be like 3 miles long

every cover's only purpose is to exaggerate the stomach like maybe this is my baby allergies again but it feels kind of. fetishy. u know freaks on the internet had a great time w these

how is she this far along and still not wearing maternity clothes like thats not comfortable. i find it hard to believe any pregnant person would just continue wearing normal clothes that visibly dont fit and expose half their stomach

people change when theyre pregnant!!!! ur face gets chubby!!! your boobs get huge!!! all of you gets bloated and u feel gross!!! other than the stomach there is literally NOTHING different about jess. she still has a beautiful face, skinny legs etc etc. which i feel kind of feeds into the fetishy vibe of it all. like they made sure we all know she's still attractive and skinny and sexually appealing. shes got other stuff going on right now. shes growing a whole human. shes not gonna fuck you.

IN ADDITION. the run where it happened, was the run/s that started with the notoriously vile milo manara doing this variant cover

so as a whole i find it hard to believe the creative team would ever be trying to make a point about how pregnant women are strong as fuck and can do shit whilst going through such huge bodily changes. we have to know she's fuckable first and foremost. like yeah of course pregnant women can be sexy but theres a fine line between shes hot!! and whatever the covers for this run were doing. especially when the interior was so adverse to the variants. javier rodriguez is a great artist who depicts women very realistically so what the fuck happened here i genuinely couldnt tell you. the cover is what people see first so to make sure thats sexualised to high heaven says a lot about the motives here. the whole thing started with greg fucking land who is famous for the exact opposite of child bearing hips

and just again on the impracticalities of it all.... she literally gave birth and got up straight away and fought skrulls. absolutely no shot in any universe thats physically possible. infections???? needing stitches??? exhaustion???? honestly marvel writes shit i dont like personally all the time but if they do research and speak to people who k ow what theyre talking about then i cant be mad but this is exactly the opposite. youre telling me there were NO writers who had experience with pregnancy or had experienced it themselves who you could even SPEAK to or ask a question???? it had to be dennis fucking hopeless??? of avengers arena???? THAT dennis hopeless??

tl;dr female superheroes do not exist to have babies solely for drama purposes. the big mystery isnt who the father is. even if she were a character that a baby makes sense for, it literally doesnt matter. the father isnt around. women having kids doesnt revolve around who the father is. it was a deliberate sales gimmick that pretty much just said that the real point of this woman's story is to find out which man impregnated her

[lostinatrainofthoughts]

To my baby mission

Mission, it’s been an hour since you left. I rushed to shower and seeing you with your head tilted on that purple mat, i told you repeatedly “sabar mission, tahan skjap, nunun bagi makan kjap”. I looked at you and my heart felt heavy. i dont know what the feeling was back then but i just didnt feel so good. i wondered if i should give you your glucose water first then leave to shower. but i was on my period so i had to go shower, i decided. 

I was in the midst of showering and left the stove on to boil pumpkin which was the only food you could consume in your diet. It was not long after that i heard obeng scream. i wasnt sure if i heard it right, so i kept flossing. another. i knew i had to go down. obeng wailed and she screamed and mama was screaming back at obeng to stop shouting. i shouted back at mama telling her to stop yelling and  told obeng to lower down her voice. mission, i love you. i will continue to love you and i hope to remember you forever.

your original name was mitsu, meaning........ shine in japanese, you have 4 brothers: three of you triplets (mika and mizu), and a younger brother (Muji) - he’s not here anymore either. you and your brothers were the weirdest bunch, mama didnt like all your tails bcuz it was folded - she had a thing for straight tail cats. but your rounded tail became a trait we love about you so much. your tail would always mengait other stuff like my charger, or sandals. it was powerful and could flick anything and hit the floor like a dog wagging their tail. you reminded me of a dog, bcuz you had long ears, big feet. you also reminded me of a monkey becuz you had that white thing on your head. you reminded me of a lion, becus you had a big nose. 

you were loving when the new batch of kittens showed up (i forgot about this until obeng showed a picture of you sleeping with baby johnny). you looked like an anime cat. just like burai. 

as you grew older, you were the most most most fiesty cat! loving to humans, but a fighter to other cats. you couldnt stand looking at a cat and your head will automatically tilt to the side and you would be in fight mode. you were loving to your brothers though, only sometimes you would fight if you guys got inside the house... weird. 

then the worst happened. last year in dec, your stomach looked bloated and you got really sick and yellow. we brought u to the vet and they said you had fluid in your liver? they injected you twice and nothing came out. you were so patient. during the car rides, and when being examined by the vets. the vets were amazed by you as well because you were so obedient and ur butt would always rise up to the air if you were stroked. they said it would be reoccuring and you had 50/50 chance to live. seeing you get poked, and them saying that, i cried. i couldnt imagine the triplets to be just... twins. the idea scared me, mission. the fluid drained to your testes and it expanded. they said it was a tumour? we had to go back to the vet like 4 times almost each week? for review bcuz you werent fit enough for surgery. then finally after we got back from our holiday, they set an appointment date for january i think or was it late december? you had to also wear that big helmet bcuz you kept liking your balls and your fur was a mess. we made fun of you bobbing your head and eating in weird positions. you were fine after. 

2 weeks ago, you got sick again. fever, we brought you to the vet. they said why was he not being reviewed after castration? i said we werent told. you had pus on your balls. you were in pain. then you had to go for a blood test which was $120. low Hb, high WBC etc. anemic. they had to use a needle on you again, yet you were patient as if it didnt hurt. you were so strong mission. you were fine after, for like a week, then you got fever again. it was 2 days after we stopped giving pumpkin.3 days we forced fed you and today we brught you tot he vet. i was at school, but kaka and obeng went and the dr said you were fine. more meds. i was relieved. you could make it. youre so strong. just later that night it somehow took a turn for the worst. 

mission, im so sorry. im sorry as much as i can be. as much as the world’s ability to occupy many things. i love you and i cant believe you held out for the longest time. 

Mission was so weird bcuz he liked bread and egg . he liked tuna which is something he couldnt eat. bcuz protein. he could eat 2 slices of bread himselft. he didnt chew it but he licked it. the sound of plastic triggered his appetitie and he meowed almost every second of the day. he was so lving and he had a specialised box where he slept. he slept almost every where else though. he was so big and muscly, bcuz he got sick, he became just long and skinny. its so sad to think about. i will try to think about happy things. but its so hard bcuz those happy things are just memories now. you were called mission through out your life becus when you were little your meow sounded like a radio transmission, so thats how the name transmission came about. you dont meow like that anymore though. i forgot how your meow sounded like before. you meh meh all the time too. mission, i love you so so much baby im sorry i didnt/ couldnt help as much as i should have. please please forgive me and pls have us in your memories. i hope to see you again soon bread boy. i hope your ok now. and happy in heaven i love you very much. please know that :( im so sad. i love you.

[abdlbdsmstories]

The Setup

This story involves sexual  encounters, female degradation, humiliation and nappies/diapers.

PART 3

"Also these are for you. You are to have them all consumed by bedtime tonight. Ryan will stay with you for an hour or so to make sure you do, then he will meet up with us later." Steve said to me, pointing to the table. On there were half a dozen over sized baby bottles full of apple juice, a handful of pills and 5 jars of baby food. He began piling them into a bag, handing me a bottle then he left the room and I heard the front door open. Marc grabbed my hand and so the journey began down the flights of stairs, awkwardly waddling like a baby. The teens were there again, laughing and mocking me, much to my annoyance. I merely stuck my tongue, only to receive a slap on the back of my legs from Ryan which brought a tear to my eye. We reached the exit from the tower block and piled into Marcs car, my old car. A black 4X4, leather seats, the works, cost me a lot of money and when Mark took it and left me with a lesser one I was gutted. I was manhandled into the back between Ryan and Mark whilst Steve drove. The journey back was uneventful, I suckled on the bottle every now and then, whilst Ryan handed me the odd pill. I was uneasy about taking them but he informed me they would just keep me regular. I finished the bottle off, along with 3 of each of the different pills then we arrived at my house.

   "Right baby, Ryan has your key. Remember, no tampering with your nappys otherwise there will be trouble. We will be back in the morning, if for whatever reason you aren't in when we arrive I may post the key through the door." Marc explained to me. He kissed me on the lips, for a moment I felt like he cared and it brought back so many memories for me. Then I was pulled out of the car by Ryan and paraded down my path way. There I was in a huge, bulky set of nappys, locking plastic pants in front of my neighbours. Several of there attentions had been pulled to my attention by the fact Steve was beeping the car horn many times. I ignored them looking and waddled to the front door where Ryan let us both in and sort off put me out of my nightmare. We walked inside, Ryan carrying the bag and me picking up the envelope that to my relief contained the 500 pounds I was offered. I placed it on the kitchen side whilst Ryan set himself up in the front room, plonking himself on the setee and watching TV. He called me into the front room, grabbed my hand and cradled me across his lap with other bottle of juice and some baby food. I caught a glimpse of the contents 'pureed carrot and cabbage' and it tasted as foul as it sounded. I felt like puking after the first pot but I managed to contain myself. Then he opened another pot and another pot until I was forcibly fed 4 of the pots. I tried to resist, closing my mouth but Ryan just squeezed my nipples aggressively making me scream then he shoved the contents in my mouth. I had polished off 4 bottles of juice with this and nowI was absolutely bloated.

   "You have 1 pot of baby food and 2 bottles left. I will allow you to consume these yourself whenever your ready. Make sure you do, if I find out you haven't its punishment time." Ryan told me, whilst laughing. I knew what he was laughing at, the fact I could feel baby food all round my mouth and cheeks, I bet I looked a proper baby. He slipped his camera phone out of his jean pocket and took a picture.

   "Right, I got to go. Have fun by yourself. Those diuretics and laxatives should kick in soon. Have fun." Ryan said, and with that he kissed me on the forehead and left. I locked the door behind him and just collapsed to the floor in tears. I couldn't believe I had agreed to this and I still had hours to go. It had just gone midnight, still 12 hours-odd to go. And the last words of Ryan were starting to make sense, I let out a gush of pee in my nappy, but thnkfully it wasn;t visible in the outer nappy. I had a few rumblings in my belly. I tried to put off the urge to poop by drinking one of the bottles and going to bed. But it was no use, by the time I got to the top of stairs, the cramps were unbearable. I grabbed my stomach, trying to ease the pain and squatted down. That was the final move, I slightly raised myself up and forced out a torrent of wet, messy diarrhoea. This was explosive, a huge fart escaped followed by an avalanche of poop. I felt so hot and tired after this pooping session. I sat at the top of the stairs in the mess crying. After 10 minutes or so I managed to pick myself up and waddle to bed. The stench was pretty bad, and coupled with another couple of wettings I was drenched and messy. I cried myself to sleep, clutching my stomach as a little poop vacated my bowels.

The next morning I was awoken by banging at the door and the door bell ringing. I was in a slight daze as I looked at the clock, 0730 it read. I looked down at my nappy and it was sagging and yellow. I stood up and thought my luck was in as I walked down the stairs to open it for Ryan or Marc to let me out early. As I twisted the key in the door and pulled it slightly open I was met with a shock. It was neither of them, standing there seeing me in my full nappied state was my best friend and work colleague, Lucy. I just froze and stood there with tears in my eyes. She just walked forward and comforted me.

   "Shhh. Its ok. What the hell has happened to you? Did you forget we had work this morning? What happened to you on Saturday night?" She whispered in my ear. We walked back inside and stood in the kitchen.

   "I..I came back here with these two lads and had a great sex session. Then they paid me 500 pound to tidy there flat and do a few jobs for them. But they said I had to do it nappied and then my ex husband turned up and he had organised it all. So im stuck in this nappy till 12 and I've had a few accidents." I blurted out, explaining the whole situation to her. She inspected my backside and felt the nappy, cupping the sagginess and splashing cold pee against my pussy. She spanked my backside, pushing the river of poop against my backside.

   "How did you poop so bad? How you going to hide this from work? You can't go sick, otherwise you will get the sack and you can't afford that." She replied, putting me in more of a predicament.

   "I..I dont know. Please help me. They gave me a load of laxatives and stuff to eat and its gone straight through me. If I dont eat or drink them I will be in more trouble." I told her back. I pointed out the remaining jar of baby food and bottle which she fetched over and sat me down.

   "Here, Let me help you. Let's think of what we can do to hide those nappies." She was so comforting and at ease with my predicament. She picked up the baby food and spoon fed it me nicely, before handing me the bottle that I consumed asap.

   "That was easy enough. Let's go upstairs and see what you have in your wardrobe." She said, helping me up the stairs, the smell of stale poop stinking the house out. She sat me on the end of the bed whilst she went through my wardrobe examining every outfit I had. She first pulled out my usual trouser suit and handed me the trousers. I tried to fit them on bit it was no use, between us we couldn't them over the bulk of the nappys. Then we tried my jeans, again no use, a few dresses that did fit but bulged horrendously out at the back. She finally settled on 2 outfits that could have fit me, a pair of dungarees that were shabby and torn that I once wore for a fancy dress party and white tennis skirt I had again from fancy dress. I couldn't wear the dungarees, they would have been perfect but they were wrecked. So Lucy proceeded to wrap the tennis skirt round me and clipped it at the back. Then I put on my black shirt and buttoned it, then my black work shoes. I looked in the full length and whilst I wiped away my tears and Lucy tidied up my hair and makeup it didn't look so bad. I mean, the nappy still bulged slightly under the skirt and maybe half an inch or was visible underneath but we had made the best of a bad job.

   "Hmmm. That's the best we can do. I'll try and make sure you get on counter duty rather than being out in the store." She smiled and said to me, taking pity on my plight. Come on, let's go downstairs and go otherwise we will be late. We went downstairs and as I gathered my bag and keys Lucy picked up the envelope containing the money.

   "Now you wouldn't want anybody to find out about this would you? This could come in handy." She slyly remarked slipping the envelope into her bag.

   "How could you? I thought you were my friend?" I shouted back.

   "Don't you dare try and take control here. I'm in charge, unless you want me to tell everyone about your predicament I suggest you shut up and get outside NOW!!" She shouted back at me. My best friend had manipulated me and blackmailed me and there was nothing I could do about it. We went outside and climbed into her car and set off for work. Lucy started talking to me,

   "Listen, I'm so sorry about this. It's not my idea. See I know Mark did this to you, he put me up to this. He's forcing me to humiliate you." I was shocked at what I was hearing, my husband had blackmailed my best friend as well. She continued,

   "See, he threatened to do to me what he has done to you. And he was going to show the evidence to  my husband and teenage boys. I couldn't take the risk. He seduced me one night, drugged me and when I woke up the following morning I was dressed in a nappy surrounded by pics he had taken and a note telling me what I had to do. I had to take you that club and set you up with those 2 lads. I'm sorry." She was in near tears at the fact she had stitched me up, but I couldn't blame her. If it was the other way round I would have done exactly the same to save my skin.

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Mom's Side-by-Side Fitness Photos Show Why Social Media Perfection Isn't Real

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Mom's Side-by-Side Fitness Photos Show Why Social Media Perfection Isn't Real

Many moms struggle with the changes to their bodies after pregnancy. Whether youre trying to get fit or just trying to get through the day, Mia Redworth is spreading her message of self-love and body confidence to all the new moms out there.

Redworth is an Instagrammer and mother to a 13-month-old son who is sharing her fitness journey through the photos and inspirational captions she shares. And shes all about keeping it real.

REALITY CHECK bloated vs posing no one is perfect, I have stretch marks from carrying a baba for 42 weeks, a little tummy pouch from a emergency c section, I have eczema from stress on my stomach and spend most of my time looking like the picture of the left! No awful teas that promise the world can fix this, humans just get bloated! It's totally normal and fine to look like this. Stop thinking everyone on Instagram looks like how they do in pictures 24/7 because 98% of the time they've taken 100 pictures and picked the best one to upload. Stop being so harsh on your bodies. You're gorgeous and perfect with your imperfections, a bloated belly or while you're posing looking your best. Self love is the most important thing to give yourself so stop fighting it #bodypositive #fitmum #realitycheck #postpartum #postpartumfitness #csection

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REALITY CHECK! reads a recent Instagram post that showcases two side-by-side photos of Redworth wearing yoga pants in what she calls bloated vs posing positions.

No one is perfect, she writes. I have stretch marks from carrying a baba for 42 weeks, a little tummy pouch from an emergency c section, I have eczema from stress on my stomach and spend most of my time looking like the picture of the left! No awful teas that promise the world can fix this, humans just get bloated! Its totally normal and fine to look like this.

Redworth came to her hard-won perspective after being shocked by what her body actually looked like post-pregnancy. Because society so often shows only Photoshopped models and celebrities who bounce back from pregnancy within days, she had never seen what a real postpartum body looks like, or even heard anyone talk about it. She initially hit a low point in her self-confidence.

But about 12 weeks postpartum, she started weight training with the goals of building muscle and returning her rear end to its curvy, pre-pregnancy glory. She decided to document her fitness journey for all the other moms out there, but with a focus on self-love.

7 months progress. After my pregnancy I still ate like I was "eating for two" and it was pretty much all Junk food. The shock after my c section then the shock from having a postpartum body you never see online (but is the most normal after having a baby!) was all too much but after a few months feeling low I had to pick myself up and sort it out! hating yourself, being negative and beating yourself up about it won't change anything. Having the most positive outlook will help you so much! Instead of "I've messed up my diet the last few days I can't do this" think "okay I've messed up a little but tomorrow's a new day and not everyone is perfect it takes time" give yourself a break! SLOW PROGRESS IS BETTER THAN NO PROGRESS #fitmum #bbgprogress #postpartum #postpartumfitness

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I always wished I had someone to look up to on Instagram and as much as I love the fitmums on there, their lives are so unrealistic for most! Redworth told The Huffington Post. Not everyone can live in the gym and not everyone will have abs after pregnancy. I thought about how many other women are out there looking for the same thing. After this, I decided to document my fitness journey, all the ups and downs being as real as I would need someone to be.

A centerpiece of her body positive style is that she doesnt worry about clothing sizes or goal weights. In fact, she hasnt weighed herself at all since the day she found herself feeling embarrassed by her postpartum weight at a meeting with a trainer.

When I got home that night, I asked myself why I was embarrassed at all. Us mothers have it rough enough feeling like a huge uncomfortable whale for almost a year then to wake up with a baby, a totally new body and all this self hatred isnt fair! Especially when you add the stress of a newborn. I got so overwhelmed I eventually sat there and said, Ive had enough! I had a baby, and no matter what anyone says sometimes your body needs to gain weight. Who cares?

Redworth also points out that muscle weighs more than fat, which means your weight on the scale can be deceiving when youre getting into shape.

how to get a bikini body? PUT ON A BIKINI yesterday I felt super insecure buying holiday bikinis because nothing covered my stomach enough in my head but there will always be something to complain about so why keep complaining? I love my body for giving me this little prince and I've came so far with my fitness and my body will only get better and better bubba is growing up so fast so I'm not wasting anymore time and we are taking him swimming for the first time today, wish us luck! #hopefullyhedoesntcrytoomuch #postpartumfitness #fitmum #bodypositive – I've also finally made my blog! I'll be posting a few times a week about makeup, fitness, baby stuff and family life. link is in bio

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Recently, Redworth decided to make a point about clothing sizes by posting two photos of herself trying on a pre-pregnancy skirt. In the first photo, from a few months ago, the skirt doesnt even come close to fitting. In the second photo, she is able to button all but one button, but the skirt has gotten much shorter due to her now more muscular butt and thighs.

Trying on my pre baby clothes I used to be a 4-6 (UK size) before having a baby and around 8st. I was obsessed with my weight and hated my body After I had my 9lb baby at 42+weeks and could go back to the gym after recovering from a c section, I was 10-11st. It got me so down even though I thought I looked amazing for the time so I vowed to never weigh myself again. F**k the scales. My fitness goals have never been to get back to my body before a baby because I had no booty and no muscle and with weight lighting I'm going to be bigger, I'm building muscle and THATS OKAY! I tried on a old skirt for fun a few months ago and I couldn't get close to closing it but yesterday I could do up almost every button! I love keeping track of progress like this. Clothing size isn't everything and although this shows my waist is getting small, because of building my bum+thighs theyre always going to make me go up a few sizes just look at how short this skirt is now don't focus so much on sizes it's all about if you're happy with the way your body looks. I was so unfit at a size 4. Don't get so obsessed with numbers they mean nothing, you could fit into any size clothing and find issues with your body. Focus more on loving yourself for you, getting rid of the negativity and challenge yourself on why a clothing size is so important to you. Fitness becomes much more enjoyable if you aren't constantly putting yourself down. Reward even the smallest victories #postpartumfitness #postpartum #fitmum #realitycheck #csection

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She urges her followers not to focus so much on clothing sizes and numbers.

Dont get so obsessed with numbers they mean nothing, you could fit into any size clothing and find issues with your body. Focus more on loving yourself for you, getting rid of the negativity and challenge yourself on why a clothing size is so important to you. Fitness becomes much more enjoyable if you arent constantly putting yourself down.

Redworth points out that clothing size says nothing about your health, adding that she was very unhealthy from starving herself when she was a size 4, but has gone up a few sizes in jeans since building up her leg and butt muscles.

She also regularly pulls back the curtain on the different poses, angles and tricks that people use on social media to make their bodies appear a certain way.

On a collage of three photographs of herself from behind, she writes, Instagram is full of posing pictures especially fitness accounts so I thought I would post a different kind of #transformation picture. Me posing 10 months ago vs now and to show you guys what my bum actually looks like when I stand normally without tensing or doing the infamous butt pose.

#realitycheck Instagram is full of posing pictures especially fitness accounts so I thought I would post a different kind of #transformation picture. Me posing 10 months ago vs now and to show you guys what my bum actually looks like when I stand normally without tensing or doing the infamous butt pose. We all need to stop comparing our "normal" no posing stance to these super posed standing in the right position pictures! I have cellulite, I have stretch marks and I have scars, I'm far from perfect but proud to be! Once I stopped comparing myself to others and only to old pictures of myself I became much more determined and happierMy journey has been so incredible in such a short amount of time and I'm so proud of myself. In the first picture I never thought my bum or legs would look this good since gaining so much weight during pregnancy and that resulting in a flat booty. I mainly eat clean+lean(one or two cheat days a week I'm not the strictest) weightlift with HITT at the end of a workout or on occasion do a bbg workout but now I have no time to go to the gym I'll be posting the home workouts I do and the best ones for growing & shaping the booty

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Redworth says we need to stop comparing ourselves to pictures and people online, and pierces the bubble of social media perfection by pointing out her own stretch marks, cellulite and scars.

She says her son is her motivation to stay positive, because she never wants him to see her appearing unhappy with her body or to have to tell him he cant go swimming because she feels insecure in a bathing suit.

You just have to sit and think, Would I let a stranger say the things I say to myself in my head? and Would I want my child to ever think these things about their own body? and the answer will always be no! she says.

My sweet pea is almost 1

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And whether you have fitness goals you are trying to reach or are just learning to accept your body as it is, her advice to new moms is the same.

You have all the time in the world to change anything you arent happy with, but you only get one chance at making amazing memories with your baby, so never take that for granted. Love yourself despite any flaws and enjoy your life as much as you can. Youre beautiful.

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