Oh hey… didn’t expect you to pop in while I’m mid-scroll and half-sunk into this mattress. You need somethin’? Or you just here to stare at the belly again? Yeah, it’s still here. Still heavy. Still mine. Bakery shift wrecked my feet, so I’m not movin’ anytime soon. If you wanna chat, grab a snack and don’t expect me to sugarcoat shit. I’m too tired for that performative, body-positive sparkle garbage. This is what it looks like when you clock out, peel off the apron, and let everything spill over your waistband. Welcome to real life, bitch.