First Born
My first born. My girl. I didn't think I was going to be able to get pregnant with you. After years of punishing my own body in an effort to be perfect, I thought I had destroyed any possibility of being able to have children. I had shrunk myself into the size of a child to take up as little space as possible, and there was no way a child could give birth to a child. I don't remember how I felt about not having children, but I was 34 years old and 99 pounds and I think I thought I couldn't even take care of myself, so it was good that I would never be able to have children. And I also knew that my child-like body was a comfort to me because it was something I could control while everything else was uncontrollable, and I did not want to give that up for motherhood. But then I met him, and he proposed, and we set a ceremony date for June 6th, and I bought a second hand wedding dress that fit my child body perfectly, and then a few months later I couldn't stand the smell
