When I heard the name Vanessa Lorenzo I thought, oh she must be married to Lorenzo Lamas. Now, I acknowledge the foolishness of such a thought, and frankly, I'm second guessing myself for even sharing that tidbit. It makes me seem like I'm consumed with thoughts of Lorenzo Lamas and his flowing locks. Nonsense, I'm thinking about how hot Vanessa Lorenzo (not Lamas) looks when she's naked and pregnant... Hot!
I don't know who Vanessa Lorenzo is or what she's famous for, but I like to imagine she's quite a polarizing figure in her native Spain. Someone who has shown herself to be strong and dominant, yet still sexy and feminine, and that sort of thing just rubs some people the wrong way. But to hell with them, Vanessa is strong and doesn't seek your validation. That's why she's posing nude while pregnant in Harper's Bazaar Spain, because that's exactly the kind of thing that you'd expect her to do. Listen, Vanessa doesn't need your approval, and frankly, she thrives on the fact that you so adamantly despise her independence.
This is the shit I think about when I have a free minute and I should be spending it looking at a naked and pregnant Vanessa Lorenzo. I start constructing elaborate narratives about that person. My doctor says I have a problem, and I'm beginning to think she's right.