So getting ready for work this morning and I am having one of those days where nothing fits. Standing there trying to pull my jeans up over my "love handles" I wonder why am I a fatty and why does my stomach look like a cottage chesse factory. "Because you have three kids!" I hear me shout back at....me. So my mind wanders further to a future unknown at this moment and I ask "Whose going to want me in this sad state?" How unfair is it that I carried three children and look like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon that has the air seaping out of it and my X, all men for that matter, has no outward signs of being a father?
I say we start a ew ritual. Men should get scared whenever they become parents. Like those rituals you watch in Africa on the discovery channel where a young boy is rushed into manhood by a knife. But where to put the scars? Face...no maybe not....belly? Groin? So when a future lover strips off my X's clothing she can look down and say "Oh you have three kids. You look great for having three kids". Than men can experience the same patrinizing words us women have heard for so long.
Maybe I can win the lotto and get a tummy tuck/boob job. One can dream.....Unfortantly, dreams don't make my ass any smaller or my jeans fit any better.
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Sad, but true... I'm your first follower!
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