said I wasn’t going to write about it. But I have to. I. Have. To.

On Wednesday evening, I was practicing my ritual of procrastinating by browsing through Instagram. A friend, an Essence editor, posted a new image of the first couple that will run in the upcoming October issue. The Obamas are on the cover.

If you saw the picture, I know you saw … what everyone who saw the photo saw. All over social media, everyone’s talking about first lady Michelle Obama’s, uh, surprise ending. Constantly.

I want to be respectful of my FLOTUS. I do. I do not wish to objectify her. I will not. But it’s pointless to pretend not to see what we saw. And I’m making a public observation because, I mean, it stands out! It sits up! It cannot be missed. It’s the first thing everyone sees who looks at the image.

Case in point: I showed the picture to my husband with no commentary. He laughed.

Husband: That ain’t junk in the trunk. That’s luggage!

Me: That. Is. The. First. Lady.

Husband: She is a woman and I am a man with good vision.

Me: GREG!

Husband: You don’t need 20-20 to see that, though.

I have questions.