Holding a notebook, pretending to be professional, but my feedee gut keeps stealing focus. Inhale suck it in, skirt smooth, button straining. Exhale release, round, soft belly spilling over that waistband. The skirt wrinkles, rides up, shows exactly where my overeating lands. Standing by the door like I'm about to give a presentation. But the real show is my midsection. Tight, controlled, then loose and heavy. Repeat. Watching myself swell and deflate, the fabric pulling different each time.