I’d like to introduce you to my new friend. Her name is Poochy. Poochy came into my life shortly after I gave birth to my twin boys. I’d heard of Poochy before, but never really thought I’d get a chance to meet her as she was being quite elusive until recently. A lot of my friends who’ve also had babies know of Poochy. She’s famous in some circles and infamous in others.
I see Poochy every day. Especially in the morning and then again at night. Her presence is felt all day, but I don’t get to just hang out with her until I’m at home. We’re not quite that comfortable yet hanging out in public. You see, Poochy is kind of shy and doesn’t really come out much. That is, unless she’s hanging out with a woman who no longer gives a crap if people know she’s around. I’m working on becoming one of those women.
Who is this Poochy I’m talking about? Well, Poochy is the leftover belly bump I now have after having given birth. Now before you scoff at my claim of actually having a Poochy in my life (most seem to think that models don’t even know that Poochy exists), might I remind you that it’s all relative and I’m allowed to have my version of Poochy just like the next woman. So there. I need to create a t-shirt that says “Skinny Girls Have Poochies Too!” Now what was I saying? Oh yes…who is Poochy?
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