Ok, you won't usually hear me talk about personal body issues on here, because really? Who cares? But I'm just as guilty of weight-loss and skinniness jealousy as the next person. These last few pounds of baby weight have taken some work to shed (especially when my breastfeeding body decides it needs 10 extra pounds of "reserves" for a rainy day), and now that I have no jeans that fit?
So. Not. Cute.
Maybe I can make a quilt...or a parachute...or something else that's big. I've never been one for fashion - I think I bought these jeans when my sister FORCED me to buy new jeans about 4 years ago when I was a little heavier (she also made me throw away the old ones, which had endearingly nostalgic Emerald City green paint stains from set building in high school) . Lucky I'm going to Rhode Island to see her again, because I've gone from fat and frumpy to thin and frumpy, and there isn't much difference in the self esteem department there. Hans keeps saying "why bother? You're just going to get pregnant again, and then the new jeans won't fit." That might be true, but what about the meantime? I'm not going to sit on my skinny butt and wait for the weight. I have my pride! And maybe when I come home in my new sexy skinny jeans, baby-making might get just a little easier. . .
