Stuffing my big belly in a small top
I lounged at the table in my soft, fitted crop top, the hem riding a little higher every time I reached for more food. With each slow, satisfied bite, my belly peeked out — round, warm, and stretching gently with every deep breath and mouthful. The fabric clung to me comfortably, framing the exposed skin in a way that felt natural, unselfconscious, and almost indulgent.
