Hi. My name is Liz. I was only 18 when learning I was pregnant, and I'm sure I felt the way you may feel right now. I was 18 and planning on getting married in a year, which would have been 1998. My 19-year-old boyfriend and I lived together, and he worked very hard to provide for us, which left no money for any extras that we may have wanted for fun.

When I found out I was pregnant, I was so scared he'd leave me for someone new. I was scared of getting fat and unattractive. I was scared that I'd lose the person I was. I would no longer be Liz, but someone's mommy.

As the months went by, my little belly grew, and even though my man stayed by my side and we got married, problems arose. I know, looking back, and feel it was stress from us being just kids ourselves with a big, grownup responsibility, and that caused a lot of problems. And then there was me feeling fat and ugly and always accusing him of wanting someone else, which would get old to anyone.

Our son was born May 28, 1998, and weighed 8 pounds, 6 ounces. My husband never left my side through my 31-hour labor, which made me realize how loved I was. We came home a happy family, but soon came my depression, which started problems all over again.

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