Expecting
Were I truly porky
I would not be asked when I am due.
A cushy layer of me
Would hide the growing trace
Of romantic interaction
I'd had with a man.
Instead, choice fluorescent lighting
Gives me a motherly glow,
High-waisted skirts, and pleats
Give me the silhouette of a thin woman expecting.
That I was asked at all
Shows that my efforts are going in the right direction;
I am small enough for people to hazard a guess
As to whether my tummy is defined
By baby or fat.
That was kind of them to notice.