My Yummy Mummy days are long gone. I have officially crossed over to the other side. I am now a Tummy Mummy with menopausal powers.
I no longer glow — I sweat. I no longer bleed — I bleat. I’ve traded in my sex appeal for text appeal. And this suits me just fine.
After all, I’d rather turn pages than turn heads.
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