"I cannot go to bed naked today,"
said mother Peggy Ann McKay.
I have stretch marks and spider veins,
A scar, thick thighs, and throbbing migraines.
My boobs sag, my abs are weak,
My milk is surely going to leak.
My butt is still as big as a bear's,
I've counted sixteen gray hairs,
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my skin looks green?
My back aches-my eyes are red-
It might be lack of sleep, my best friend said.
I whine and whimper and sob and cry,
I'm sure that my sex drive has run dry.
My shoulder hurts when I move my arm,
My body has clearly bought the farm.
I have muffin top and my legs are-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say my husband loves my body anyway?
Good-bye, I'm hopping into bed naked right
away!
