🇺🇸 🇵🇠🇯🇵 February 19, 2017 Hida-Takayama, Japan At some point during my third trimester of pregnancy, I told my mother that I had arrived at a place of peace about that fact that, when I sat down on the toilet, I had no idea what might come out of me—liquid, solid, semi-solid, front end, back end, whatever, who knew. I was a bulging, leaky bag of flesh, and I had come to accept it.
If you let me, here's what I'll do
If you let me, here's what I'll do
If you let me, here's what I'll do
🇺🇸 🇵🇠🇯🇵 February 19, 2017 Hida-Takayama, Japan At some point during my third trimester of pregnancy, I told my mother that I had arrived at a place of peace about that fact that, when I sat down on the toilet, I had no idea what might come out of me—liquid, solid, semi-solid, front end, back end, whatever, who knew. I was a bulging, leaky bag of flesh, and I had come to accept it.
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