right now, i hate my belly it has, in fact, gotten out of control i can’t locate my waistline i remember when my tummy was flat and supple, not bulbous and bloated! now it has two parts ...like a cow... what’s up with swell? maybe it’s because i carry to much stuff in there - broken promises & frustrations & disappointments... i’ve made it into a storage room full of junk i need to throw away like the ulcer that rages from stress internal and external; failed relationships and other assorted pieces of love’s sometimes bitter fruit; the pain of a diseased womb that may never bear fruit; unhealthy eating habits that i developed to hide, placate, and console myself - i have used my belly as a shield from too much beauty too much sexuality perhaps, too much self-respect? tonight, i’m doing some **** crunches!!!