Fat cannot meh?

Xander is now 3 years and 3 months old. He is a happy, healthy little monster who proclaims daily “I’m growing bigger and bigger everyday! I am going to become bigger than Daddy and Mummy!” I thought to myself, Good! Then you can help mummy do housework and cook dinner! Yay for me!

It has been 3 years and 3 months since the tenant vacated Condo Le Womb but I still get looks and whispers about my belly. Is she or is she not? Please lah people! I’m just fat, not pregnant lah! Most of the time when I say that to people, they become embarrassed and change topic. Then there are the “caring ones” who just go on and on. “Aiyoh! You look very fat you know? So sayang! Never do javanese massage ah?” or “When is the second one coming? Your son lonely you know?” or “Fat never mind. I also fat and my husband thinks I’m sexy.” OMG! I really didn’t need the mental picture of my mum’s 50+ year old friends making out! *shudder*

Naturally, I wished my belly can look like this but for the longest time, I think it looks more like Jabba the Hutt. That is until I came across this site asking women to send them pictures of THEIR real postpartum bellies. Found a few tiger bellies that look like mine. I felt slightly less like a freak now that I know there are others just like me.