Ok, it's time that I come out and admit it: I'm fat. I weigh more now then I did when I was 9 months pregnant with Cali. (Then again, I had only gained 5 lbs by the time I went in to have her) I weigh more than my brother. I weigh more than my husband. I have almost no clothes that I fit in anymore. I try to squeeze into places that I used to be able to and I get stuck. My tummy hangs over my pants. I look awful in a bathing suit.
But, you know what, it doesn't bother me too much. Besides, Cali likes to blow on my tummy and she giggles when she plays with my belly button. So that's okay with me.
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