“How many months?” A man asks me on the street. I look at him for a moment of confusion, and then realize what he’s asking. “I’m not pregnant.” I tell him while my stomach turns and my eyes start to well up with tears, the automatic response my body has to being asked this question. “Were you…
Nope, I’m just blessed with a round and voluptuous belly.
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