They tell me ‘he’s beautiful’,
‘He has dreamy skin’
and ‘a perfect smile’.
Some even say, ‘I could just eat him up’.
I nod and smile.
The sweat around the folds of my belly
uncomfortably in the spot where my son sits on my hip.
A constant reminder of the ravages of pregnancy
And what happens
when the baby fat simply refuses to budge.
even though my soul longs
for the body it used to inhabit…