Girl, amidst all the giggles with my crew and the ongoing struggle to make everybody recognize Lizzo's fine self, I've got this nagging fear, you feel me? It's like, I'm scared of messing up the balance, giving in to all them pressures and expectations that could mess with who I truly am. You know what I'm saying? Like, I get this weird satisfaction—my "happy place," if you will—from diving into food stuff. I could spend hours watching cooking vids or drooling over food pics. It's like I'm convincing myself I've already had a feast just by looking.
But deep down, there's this bigger fear, sis—a fear of gaining weight, of totally changing how I look. Pregnancy especially freaks me out, like it's this big ol
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' threat, ready to stretch me out beyond recognition. My body type, mixed with family genes, points to a future where getting bigger seems inevitable. But, honestly, I ain't about that mom life. My feelings for guys just ain't strong enough to go down that road, you feel me? The idea of gaining weight, of my body shifting, scares me to the core.
At the end of the day, I find comfort in this space—a safe spot to let it all out, to talk about the worries that usually stay locked up. So, thanks for giving me this place to spill my guts, even if it's just for a minute.
Cheers to keeping it real, sis!
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