I have this obsessive knack for following celeb gossip. I shouldn't compare my life to those driving around the Hollywood Hills in their 6-figure cars and endless nannies and assistants in tow, but I do it any way. I mean, my beater of a car gets me from point A to point B just fine, even if the check engine and service lights are blinking at me every time I turn the ignition on. Did I mention I have this wicked knack for ignoring important warning lights in my car as well?
So when I came across this picture of Giselle vacationing in Costa Rica in a bikini exposing her baby bump I about fell out of my chair.
Her belly which is growing another human being growing inside is smaller than mine and I AM NOT PREGNANT.
Holy Matthew Mark Luke and John...hold my horse while I get ON!
Ok, so she's some fab-u super model, and I'm just the girl next door, but...
I run my fucking ass off 4-5 times a week, and I still can't shed the extra tube-age around my effing waist line.
I'm just sayin'...
Life ain't fair and I like Oreos.
She probably snacks on kale chips while I eat cheese and ice cream.