I felt Mike's arms wrap around my waist, a smile forming on my lips. "Good morning my beautiful princess..." He whispered gently in my ear, his hands resting on my barely noticeable baby bump.
"We find out the gender today." I placed my hands over his, somewhat nervous to go to my appointment.
"Couldn't be more excited." Mike whispered softly in my ear, a chill going down my spine. "Care?" I turned to face my husband, looking into his eyes immediately. "Something wrong?" Mike questioned, me gently biting my lip.
"I posted this selfie last night..." I said, unable to force a smile any longer. "There were a lot of comments. Some were saying I looked fake and like a drag queen..." I broke eye contact between the two of us. Something seemed to break inside of me,a tear slowly falling from my eye.
I had always tried my hardest to not let bullies get to me, to not let any negative comments get to me but it hurt. "Care..." He tried hugging me but I pulled away, shaking my head. "Honey. Why can't I comfort you?" He questioned as I wiped my eyes.
"Why are people so mean?" I bit my lip putting my head in my hands. It wasn't that I didn't want him to comfort me, I just don't want him feeling sorry for me. I never do.
"Care... Sweetie you're beautiful." My husband rubbed my back softly.
"Stop telling me that." I pulled away from him, sitting up on my side of the bed.
"Carrie. You're beautiful." Mike said moving beside me quickly.
"If I was so beautiful people wouldn't comment those things. Quit lying to me." I was starting to get frustrated with him. Why does he keep saying that? It's like he is just saying that, because he is annoyed. I don't get it. If I am so beautiful, like Mike says, then why are so many people say otherwise?
"I'm not lying to you Carrie. Why would I lie to you?" I stood from the bed, speechless. "Baby. You're beautiful, I love you more than anything in this world. Understand that, please. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I pray that our little girl looks just like her mother." Mike wrapped his arms around me, looking down into my eyes.
"It hurts. I don't get it. Why does someone feel the need to say that?" I put my head on his chest, more tears flowing down my face.
"Care. Don't listen to them-"
"Why do so many people hate me? I don't know what I did wrong. All I did was post a picture of myself." I wrapped my arms around his neck, sanding on my toes as he hugged me tightly.
"It's okay." I held onto Mike tightly, unable to stop my crying.
It hurts so much to post a picture, thinking you look great and others say you look fake and like trash. It truly hurts. I wish I'd never posted that stupid picture.
"Baby... I love you." My husband kissed my forehead softly.
"I love you too." I replied, putting my head back on his chest beginning to cry harder.
Dedicated to those as*holes that commented all that mean bullsh*t about Carrie.
#WeLoveYouCarrie❤
