i am not blooming.
i am ballooning.
i am going to sue all those companies using skinny models with fake bumps advertising maternity clothes.
they cause a permanent scar in my brain, induce agoraphobia and low self-esteem. it's all a bag of lies.
i am round, rounder and rounderer. the baby fat isn't on the baby. it's on my face.
my "assets" are two separate planets and i don't even belong to that universe. it's a life of its own.
i am a walking food-hoover, i froooooooooom, vrooom down my throat anything that doesn't walk.
what has the world come down to??????