Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”
When I’m no longer pregnant, I WILL have a flat stomach again, like this.
so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and
i’m fucking crying
it says ‘no.’
it literally says NO.
oh my god