Why I disabled my FormSpring:

Your boobs must touch your belly button if you went from having huge boobs to tiny boobs. Get surgery cuz that shits gross.

Thanks, by the way, for publically pointing out one of my biggest self-conscious paranoia about my body. You literally have no idea the struggle that I have to go through seeing the bodies of people my own age & not seeing them riddled with imperfections & malformations that happens when you have two kids. (Not that I regret having my children, please don’t twist what I’m saying.) But you have NO IDEA what it is like to look at your body after you have children and notice the things that it did to your body that you never had to worry about before & that people my age usually don’t have to worry about. I wish you could be in my house and witness the struggle between my husband & I, when I’m crying about how my body looks & him trying to do everything in his power to convince me that I’m beautiful. I’m a girl. Girls freak out about every imperfection on their body. Throw two babies inside that body and imagine all the imperfections that can come out of it. I made the choice to not be responsible when I was young & ended up having Conner. Who saved me more time than I can remember & I absolutely, literally can’t imagine my life without him. But I had him when I was 15. Since I was 15 years old, I haven’t been able to wear a bathing suit in public without having a towel wrapped around me & begging for us to leave within a half an hour because I’m literally THAT uncomfortable. Do you know HOW BAD I want to go to the beach? Do you know who much I would love to lay in my lawn on a sunny day just to feel better? But I don’t. I won’t even lay in a bathing suit in my yard because I am literally THAT freaked out that someone will drive by me, look at me & go, “Ew, gross. That girl needs to put some clothes on!” I look at myself and I worry about what people will think of me if they saw my stretch marks and my imperfections. “Do they think these are disgusting? Do they think I’m gross? Oh my God, they must be totally repulsed by me.”

I find you a completely…….. just…. soul-crushing person. You really honestly did bring me down. You literally hurt me. You literally crushed me. Even just by that stupid anonymous comment. I worry EVERY DAY about this. And to sit here and point out something that not only ANY girl would be offended by… But ESPECIALLY by a mother who has two children & breastfed for 2+ years of her life. And, maybe, if there were some decent people left in the world, they wouldn’t judge me on how my body looked because they’re proud of the fact that I sacrificed the sake of my body & boobs (which to us ladies’ are our most important aspects) so I could breastfed my children for so long because it’s healthy for them & I’d rather them be healthy than have the body/boobs that a 21 year old SHOULD have. But there aren’t those people. There aren’t people who see what you’ve accomplished: They just see the mistakes/flaws that you have. You don’t care that I take care of my children and I sacrificed so much more than JUST my body to care for them. You don’t care about my accomplishments: You care about my flaws. Maybe instead of making fun, pointing out and being downright cold-hearted about one of my, and many girls’, paranoid insecurities, you could just be proud of the fact that I was WILLING to sacrifice them & make them look “SO GROSS” so my children could be healthy, happy children. Like a mother SHOULD.

I also hope that you feel really good about making me actually, legitimately cry because you not only did you address, point out & put focus upon one of my biggest insecurities: But you ACTUALLY MADE FUN OF IT. You actually sat here and tried to make me feel like shit. You sat here & made me literally feel gross.

I hope you feel accomplished. Because you really did get your point across.