Walking around target with my belly out and love handles spilling over the sides of my jeans; stretch marks exposed was already embarrassing enough. I could feel my belly bounce with each step constantly having to tug my shirt down. It was impossible to get it over my belly completely… the lower part began to fold over my jeans which only seemed to dig in more each time I squeezed them on. Despite the growing discomfort I still decided to wear them everytime…
Whenever I’m here I have to stop at Starbucks for a large peppermint mocha made with heavy cream instead of milk. I’ve begun to forget how to sip drinks so I just chug it as I walk around the store my belly feeling heavier with each step.
“Girl, you are rocking that midriff” I hear from behind me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment knowing all she could see were my stretch mark ridden love handles spilling over my jeans. The sarcasm in her tone was evident. She clearly thought I shouldn’t be wearing this and why should she? I forget sometimes I shouldn’t be dressing like I’m the 120lb girl I used to be.
She walks around me and looks at me waiting for response distracted my drink drips down my chin. I wipe it off with the back of my hand and when I look back she is gone. I shamefully leave the store with a cart full of candy and soda.
I feel the embarrassment heat my cheeks and between my thighs and decide the best way to escalate this into full on humiliation would be to go stuff myself at McDonald’s with my belly on display, pouring ice cream into my soda as if it doesn’t already have enough sugar.
I leave McDonald’s the wettest I’ve ever been and can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow.
(Based on a true story + the outfit I was wearing 😅)
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