There was a time I had a six pack.
Then I got pregnant and it turned to a keg.
Now, it is a bowlful of jelly.
I know, this is an over-share. No one wants to hear about my gross stomach, but I can't help it. I keep getting more and more depressed with every ineffective sit-up.
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Sad part is that it never really goes away!
Hey we should compare sometime- I have never met anyone who could top mine. I think skinny girls get stretched out the worst. At first I told myself I could look at it as battle scars and maybe learn to love em- but now I would give just about anything to have my belly button back.
There was a time you had a six pack? What dream was that?
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