the fat and the furious
my quest for a tiny waistline has ended.
evil rice won.
and my TT had given up.
but the BIGGEST loser is none other than…drum rolls…ME!
i am OFFICIALLY FAT.
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i have been mommy-fied 10 years ago with the arrival of chingan, my niece.
i’ve played little nanay to her eversince.
and this is the reason i’m a little less afraid of becoming a mom IN THE FUTURE.
yes, i do want a sadie and a diego a few years from now and i believe that gauging from how well i seem to take care of chingan, i could be a supermom SOMEDAY.
you read it right: SOMEDAY.
which is why i’m not too thrilled when people come up to me and say, ‘kailan ka naman magkaka-anak?’
and worse, ‘uy, di ka na bumabata dapat magka-anak ka na kasi mahihirapan ka na!’
and even WORST, ‘ilang buwan na ‘yan?’
alright–the last one didn’t irk me because of the ‘it’s-none-of-your-business-whether-i’m-gonna-have-a-baby-now-or-never’ factor but because i just find it rude and disgusting to assume someone is pregnant for having a bulging belly!
i do have a baby bump.
i am not proud of it because it’s a result of being too lazy to exercise and for being such a gluton.
but please, don’t rub it in.
especially when you’re some stinking stranger whom i had given up my seat for in the LRT.
this is what i get from being considerate and courteous at times.
sucks.

