I birthed two babies, have three grandsons, and am expecting any time now my first great grandchild. I swear my belly has gotten bigger for each of those babies; I call it "sympathy girth." I am a little grateful for it, because it keeps my drooping boobs from reaching my knees--they rest on the top of the belly. By the time you reach 71, you accept the fact that you can still wear a bathing suit that fits, but your birthday suit no longer does. My husband thinks I'm beautiful, and I trust him. (I just try to avoid looking in the mirror until I'm dressed.) Great piece. Thank you.