Every time it calls me "overweight" or "unbalanced" I want to burst into tears. I plead with it: "I'm six and a half months pregnant!" I say...it does not understand. I don't even think it cares about my feelings at all. It hurts. It hurts almost as much as my husband constantly comparing me to Tina Fey's character on 30 rock. I get it. I like food. OK!
Ashley Scobey = Liz Lemon?