Sneech

When I was pregnant with my eldest, my belly was so large, hard, and round I felt otherworldly – like a Dr. Seuss character.

I waddled around in the hillside home in Santa Barbara and throughout the community, foraging for what I would need when my first born would arrive, feeling unique.

I told my partner that he needed to get me a star-bellied Sneech shirt.

I needed one. I deserved one.

My world would be complete.

I never got one, but now have figured out a way to get my “stars.”

It’s a way to love my tummy and to recognize I’ve come so far.