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"So When's the Baby Due?"
Uh. . .
I'm not pregnant.
I'm actually bloated from my period.
Kind of the exact opposite of being pregnant.
Don't ya think?
But yeah anyway, thanks alot lady.
For the serious confidence boost.
That did wonders for my low self-esteem.
You're not exactly a super model yourself, you know?
But whatever, I'm not pregnant if you were wondering.
Consider you (obviously) just love assuming stuff.
About a person that you don't even know.
I wasn't trying to make small talk with you.
I don't even know you.
My boyfriend was trying to make conversation with you.
Not me.
But you insist to ask me a question:
"When's the little one due?"
"The what?" I asked, obviously wanting for you to repeat yourself.
Considering you talked like your mouth was full of shit.
Could you mumble anymore?
Ever heard of speaking in full sentences?
Go back to English class and learn to talk--
Then you can ask me questions about the way I'm standing and the way my body looks.
"She's not pregnant" my mother says in my defense.
My boyfriend walks away.
I follow next in suit.
But as much as I want to cry, I don't.
And as much as I want to feel sorry for myself, I'm not.
Am I growing up?
I'm not defensive.
I'm not even hurt.
I'm a little offended.
But I honestly could care less.
I actually want to laugh in that woman's face.
I mean. . .
How stupid can you be?
Can you not tell the difference between a girl with a weight problem and a girl that's pregnant?
I'm not pregnant.
I'm bloated from my period.
So thanks alot lady, you basically called me fat.
But for once, I actually didn't give a damn.
I'm not pregnant.
I'm actually bloated from my period.
Kind of the exact opposite of being pregnant.
Don't ya think?
But yeah anyway, thanks alot lady.
For the serious confidence boost.
That did wonders for my low self-esteem.
You're not exactly a super model yourself, you know?
But whatever, I'm not pregnant if you were wondering.
Consider you (obviously) just love assuming stuff.
About a person that you don't even know.
I wasn't trying to make small talk with you.
I don't even know you.
My boyfriend was trying to make conversation with you.
Not me.
But you insist to ask me a question:
"When's the little one due?"
"The what?" I asked, obviously wanting for you to repeat yourself.
Considering you talked like your mouth was full of shit.
Could you mumble anymore?
Ever heard of speaking in full sentences?
Go back to English class and learn to talk--
Then you can ask me questions about the way I'm standing and the way my body looks.
"She's not pregnant" my mother says in my defense.
My boyfriend walks away.
I follow next in suit.
But as much as I want to cry, I don't.
And as much as I want to feel sorry for myself, I'm not.
Am I growing up?
I'm not defensive.
I'm not even hurt.
I'm a little offended.
But I honestly could care less.
I actually want to laugh in that woman's face.
I mean. . .
How stupid can you be?
Can you not tell the difference between a girl with a weight problem and a girl that's pregnant?
I'm not pregnant.
I'm bloated from my period.
So thanks alot lady, you basically called me fat.
But for once, I actually didn't give a damn.
Published 18th Sep 2014
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