I'm not a great pregnant woman.

Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.

The woman went on. She had not looked back. She went out of sight up the road: swollen, slow, deliberate, unhurried, and tireless as augmenting afternoon itself. She walked out of their talking too; perhaps out of their minds too.

I refuse to give energy to the negative. I've got a great fella and two great little girls.

I just think we tear down women in this country for all these superficial reasons, and women are so great and strong.

One of the best parts of a woman's body is that curve, and I go a little bit higher on all of my things to show off the best part of the hourglass.