I’m the first to admit that the resolution of a hand feeling the belly doesn’t compare with the resolution of a CAT scan scanning the belly, but only my hand can say that it hurts at this spot and not at this spot. Only my hand can say that.
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
When you gradually add in nutrient-dense, fiber-rich foods, you simply stop feeling cravings. You run out of space in your belly for the old junk. Instead of craving, you feel full, fulfilled, and content.
The Social Security disability fund is going belly up in 2016.
I know you’re supposed to love yourself, but I really hate the way I look. When I look in the mirror I’m so disgusted by the chocolate blancmange abomination staring back at me, I actually apologise to my wife for my physical appearance. I’ve got no backside, an overhanging belly and I’m so disproportionate.
I’m a competitive person by nature, and I have been in competitive companies, and I love to compete – joining a company where, certainly, there is a real fire in the belly to compete and bring that energy is something I look forward to.
If you look at the movie ‘Belly,’ I identify with Sincere the most. I am a gangster. I love my lady to death. I’m not in the game for the wrong reasons. I’m not in the game for the glory. I’m in the game to survive so the people that I love could be straight. I’m a highly intelligent individual.
In business, the market gives you feedback in real time. Your sales figures tell you what’s working, what isn’t, and how you need to change. If you don’t listen to the feedback, you go belly up. In philanthropy, there is no market.
When I got pregnant, I knew I wasn’t anywhere in my career, that I had not arrived. I was still on my adventure, and so I said to the child in my belly, ‘I am so happy for you to come, but you should know I’m still on my way, and you’ll have to come with me and be in my rucksack.’
If I could have a Barbie body, which has no cellulite, I totally would. I would like to have a flatter stomach, but that won’t happen either. That is never going to happen. No matter how much weight I lose, my stomach, below the belly button, always pooches out.
People are so afraid to say the word ‘comic’. It makes you think of a grown man with pimples, a ponytail and a big belly. Change it to ‘graphic novel’ and that disappears.
Frankly, sometimes you have to go into the belly of the beast, as they say, and take on some of these individuals even if they’re entirely unprofessional, like Tucker Carlson.
My native land is a slave of heathenism, men’s god is their belly, and they live only for the present. The richer a man, the holier.
It’s always when you think that you’ve lost a little of the baby weight that someone steps in grabs a handful of a now sans baby soft belly and asks the inevitable ‘When are you due?’
