adjust the attitude, miss.
If there's one thing I hear from pregnant chicks, especially pregnant chicks who have gone round this particular carousel once or twice before, it's "Oh God, I feel so fat already. Last time I didn't even shop for maternity jeans until I was 6 months pregnant. I peed on a stick last week and I'm already in leggings."
I feel you, sister.
I've taken to freeballing on the weekends (and Friday counts as the weekend) since I only have 4 pairs of underwear that don't give me muffin top.
If I'm home, I'm probably naked. Or in a bath robe. Same reason as above. The only thing that still fits me is my own skin, and I don't even know how long THAT is going to last.
Everything is round. Not just my belly. My thighs. My slabs of upper arms. My chubby chin. My puffy feet. I feel like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
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| Does this neckerchief make me look fat? |
I have three maxi dresses that I rotate through weekly. They're long. They're cool. They're forgiving. They make me feel a little bit hip (rather than just hippy.)
But I had a lightbulb moment the other day.
I'm not fat.
This is just what you look like when you're really good at sex.
So the next time you see a round, round mama waddling down the street in a maxi dress and flip flops, her upper arms jiggling sensually with every step, her mouth slightly open as she pants from the exertion and her decreased lung capacity, her kangaroo-pouch belly thrust out proudly in front of her, just remember - that lady has some serious game in the sack.
Respect.
And respect yourself, mama. You're a wildcat.