I've gained some weight since the surgery. I haven't been able to be as active as I was prior to getting my spine fused, and it's resulted in an extra 15lbs.
It's been difficult for me to deal with. I've had to pack away all my size 7's and 8's and get used to wearing 11's and 12's, and I've even had to get buy new "over the shoulder boulder holders" (as my husband likes to call them) - I outgrew my 34D and had to upsize to a 36DD. I've spent a fait bit of time whining about how fat I was and how I was finding it difficult to be comfortable in my own skin. It's been getting easier and easier for me to accept, but there's still been a little residual resentment at my new shape and size.
As I was getting ready for bed the other night, Dave walked in and caught me in nothing but a pair of SpongeBob bikini underwear. He stood in the bathroom door for a few seconds, watching me....
..."I wish I had some way to make you see how good you look right now" he said.
And with those words, that simple sentence, he did. He made me see; he made me understand. With those words, he made all the weight gain and the upsizing worth it.
One sentence was all it took.