That time when an older man came up to me at the gym, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at my pregnant belly and asked, “Twins?” I shook my head and replied, “No, only one.” He doesn’t realize that I spent the rest of my pregnancy worried about every bite of food I took, searching other people’s faces for confirmation that I was, in fact, too big. I wish I had told him to fuck-off.
J.T.
Too Nice Project 