My dearest Miranda Kerr,
I realize you are currently with-child from that foppish chap and your body is changing in strange and mysterious ways that only a woman, or a man who fondles many women, can possibly understand. I am just such a man. And, while I long for the time when you will be dropping off your child at some fancy-pants little schoolyard, you dressed in your inappropriately tight leggings and thin tank top (see Kate Beckinsale for proper MILF dress code), I can't help but let my mind wander back a couple years to your sexy awesomeness, like in these under-seen and under-appreciated photos from Russell James' V2 book. Oh, Miranda, how I wish I were growing inside your belly. Wait, did I just write that? Please don't let Orlando read that part.
(Shoutout to bconk35@bellazon for these artful scans.)