The Cherub in Me

Long face, short & petite.

Fit into any clothes

Sit or move by the smallest area

Run around like drunked gorilla.

Then there came a time

I held mango sweets in one hand

And with the other I smelled lime

My butts grew embarrasingly big

My bones would hurt & expand..

And a seating pillow became my new best friend

I craved food like starving post-hibernating polar-bears

I grew bigger in size

No dimension was spared

Pretty little clothes didnt fit me, needless to say

New ones would last no more than a month & a day..

I began checking out pregnant celebrities taste

And wondered how they walked in heels at every place!

Round & chubby is my new description..

But an occasional "u're inrecognisable" becomes a bitter prescription

I dress up more, accessorize & stuff

Crocs are always on my feet

And stoles around my neck

I walk like a penguin

I sit with uncrossed legs without dainty grace

Oh, and for people sitting by, I leave NO space

But with one flutter from the underbelly

And a hand on those vibrations

I thank God for making me an 'early' preggy bird..

And giving me these eccentric, blessed sensations..