While I am a SPANX convert, THIS is where I draw the line. I thought the silver lining of a 9-month nightmare pregnancy (besides getting a healthy baby outta the deal) is that you can walk around bloated, flatulent, and sporting thick beige underwear pulled up to your armpits without public scorn. It's like being elderly - what was once an unspeakable corporeal necessity suddenly becomes adorable, endearing, and welcome in public.
Well, no more, ladies. You're now expected to look svelte and panty-line-free even when up the duff.
Talk about rough.
I call for more hot-mamas-to-be to let it all hang out! Witness:
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| Busy Phillips, sporting a teenage scowl in Freaks n Geeks and (bravely) an 8-month bump in Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. |
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| M.I.A. might be making a fashion misstep at the Grammys, but her body confidence more than makes up for it. |
I'm sure pregnant gals still want to look their best, be healthy, and dress fashionably (just like the rest of us). So let's all meet them halfway, and create a world in which pregnant ladies are considered beautiful, tiny tummy rolls and all.
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