My body has decided it's time to do something about my ego. Rightly, it figures that making me climb bum first then legs together into a car as if I'd forgotten to wear underpants would be the best way to go about it.
Actually, I didn't start interrogating my body again until pregnancy began to make itself apparent. I felt frumpy. But I didn't talk about it because I didn't want to appear shallow or ungrateful for the baby.