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.