A friend and co-worker of mine is pregnant and has a beautiful pregnant belly to show her entrance to her third trimester. She, like I hadn’t, does not wear maternity tops. Her non-pregnant self is a tiny girl with a model’s body (she really was a model.)
We work in an informal office with an all-but-one female staff. After this lovely lady came in to pick up her pay cheque the two office bullies could not contain their resentment to the belly that peaked through her top. This was not untypical of their behaviour but it still irked me to hear about it.
It was unprofessional attire in their eyes. One gossiper is openly and wildly racist, professional indeed. This workplace is not at all professional, which has its ups and downs. The downs being the allowed behaviour of these women the ups being there is no dress code.
Another argument was it would be different if she were skinny. Neither of these women is thin themselves, but apparently this was a valid point to them. A pregnant body is not fat; it is the body in which another human is growing.
When their initial arguments did not sway me the final attempt was, “It would be different if it were you.” I am gossiped about constantly once my back is turned or when they think I am out of earshot. Also, if my tummy is showing it is because lasagna is amazing, I don’t have the pregnancy card anymore.
“We’ve known you longer.”
We’re not talking about going all the way ladies; we are talking about a fellow mother’s (Everyone there is a parent) pregnant tummy. To allow comments like these would open doors to dictation of what a woman’s chest size should be or how they should reconstruct their face. I say high five the girl and say, “Hell ya! Our bodies are capable of this!”
Say no to bullies and yes to bellies!