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We
are all quite aware of the popularity
of the midriff or belly shirt. It's a fun style, popular amongst women
who have been baring cleavage so long
no one wants to look anymore; small breasted
women who couldn't compete with all the
cleavage; and little girls in cute matching
shorts and midriff outfits.
Honestly,
the midriff is not an easy style to pull
off. The women who do it best have
flat stomachs, bikini line waxes, and
no stretch marks; but the reality is that
most of us don't fit that mode.
So now that summer's over and sistas are
getting into the fall wardrobe, what was
up with all of the "I had a baby" stomachs
hanging out between June and September?
When
I began writing this article, it was meant
to be a caution to women showing stretched
and scarred midriff skin. I'm referring
to those of us who have given birth for
the price of scarring from caesarian sections
and stretch marks; traded tight abs for
ineffective stomach muscles that means
belly fat will be with us always and we
must come to terms with our condition
or work it out.
I
wanted to say that God has blessed us
with lots of assets – beautiful
faces, shapely legs, the classic bosom,
and the ever popular behind. Basically,
that it isn't really cute to wear a midriff
with jeans so tight that all the stomach
skin and rolls are left to hang over the
belt loops.
But,
you know what? I know how low my
lowriders should fall. So here's
a holla to the "I Just Had a Baby Stomach" for ya'll.
For
nine months you sheltered and protected
Life
so sweet. Stretched out and gave
in
So
that it could move its little feet.
You
sacrificed the tautness
Of
your abdomen's frame and are compelled
By
false standards to cover yourself in shame.
Teepee
of the fetus
From
whence we all come,
I
just want to say thank you
for
what you have done.
Celebrate
your triumph and
With
pride show your wounds.
Massage
them with cocoa butter
And
love every hue.
So
if someone ever asks "why
Are
you hanging out, how could you
Show
off like you got some clout?"
Answer
him in defiance and don't
Stutter,
oh beautiful blubber.
"I
make change,
What
do you do, motha****?"
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