I'm lucky in that I've always been pretty slim. I've always been able to eat what I wanted when I wanted and not have to worry - I'd never gain weight. Which was good, because boy have I always loved junk food. Never one to choose a salad over a pizza, I suppose I didn't set the best example of a particularly 'heathy vegetarian' but a happy vegetarian I was, and still am. 

The difference is, I've now had a baby and a pretty large baby at that!.. Ethan was born weighing 9 lbs 9 ozs and by the end of my pregnancy my stomach resembled a dinosaur egg. I'd gone pretty much most of the way through with no stretch marks on my stomach, but as you can imagine, going from such a tiny frame with no ounce of fat in sight to having this very large baby bump my skin had to do an epic amount of stretching and the stretch marks came out in force. Not only that, but my muscles separated to make room for my growing baby and sadly they have decided that they no longer want to be joined as one and remain apart. That in itself is fine, however after every evening meal, no matter how small a meal it is, I bloat naturally and the stubborn separated muscles now serve to make me look about 20 weeks pregnant. Which, well, sucks.