OK, maybe it looks like a very pale chunk of whale underbelly? Then you pair it with the giant breasts and it is so far from my teenage years as to be unrecognizable. At some point, vanity will rear it's ugly head and if I can't manage to get my belly back to some sort of normalcy, I'm going under the knife. I don't need to have a 6-pack and I'd settle for a little pooch. But after 4 kids, it is a kangaroo pouch that can house a 12-pack and a case of Patron.
I'm being sarcastic, but it is so gross and wrong. But I did get some pretty cool prizes for my efforts.
As for the breasts? I'll have to wait and see what happens to them. Right now they are nice looking fun bags. After nursing? Um, yeah. I'll probably need to invest in some seriously expensive bras that mold, shape, lift and hide in perfect unison.
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