Cowboys still kneel

Last night I was a cocktail waitress in the VIP section at a Bull Riding Event. Up close and personal with the cowboys, the bulls and the drinkers.
Cowboys still kneel in prayer. In case you didn't know, Cowboys still kneel.
Cowboys who are tough, dirty, dusty, stuffed in chaps, kneel and pray.
Cowboys take off their hats, place it over their heart and bend their knees.
Cowboys get on bull and hold on for dear life but first they pray.
Cowboys drink and Cowboys spit.
Cowboys open doors and twirl girls, Cowboys get rough in the fields
and Cowboys still kneel.

Not big enough for that many kids

It is a common assumption that the more kids you have the larger your body will be. How often does a woman without children here people say, "Wow, how do you do it and you work 40 hours a week?" or "How do you keep your figure after all those hours in the office?" I suppose the fact that a woman's uterus fills up and grows to accommodate a baby, and most of the time the rest of her body too, that it is uncommon to return to your size post baby.
I have spent too many years obsessing about the size of my back end, calves, upper arms and hips. I have spent days arranging naps and playdates around my chance to exercise. Fighting with myself to get up earlier than I would like, feeling guilty when I don't. I have wasted too much time staring at a shape that will forever be MINE. Have you read, The Shape of Me and Other Stuff ?
I only say this is a common assumption that you must be large to have had more than one child based on the obnoxious amounts of comments I have received over the years about the way I look. Some sound down right disappointed that I am not FAT!