Dear Ovaries,
I think we need to break up.
For all too long this relationship has not been working out for me.
Once a month you have me writhing
in pain. In agony, that even on days stops me getting out of bed. You have me
inhaling chocolate at an alarming rate. Because of the hormones you produce I
cry over nothing. Plus you make my tummy swell to the proportions of a second
trimester pregnant lady.
You also fail to give me the
thing I want. More children.
While I do appreciate, more
than words could ever express, how eternally grateful I am for the two children
you did allow me to grow, I do think it is time for this relationship to end.
Love me
Side Note: Images were created a life time ago, on a Film Negative Scanner. Back in the day before Photoshop.
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