So, today I am wearing tights (becaues it is cold) with crocs.
Does this say to you, “Hi, I’m hiding bunions?”
Or, “I like to look like a nurse and not actually be one. It prevents me from seeing all the yucky stuff and yet have all the glory.”
Whatever. It feels amazing and I love being able to hose my shoes down at the end of the day.
Crocs, why must you torture me so with your ugliness and lack of fashion trend??
Ok, let’s move on from my rubber addiction and move on to bigger and better things, like how I went shopping the other day and actually enjoyed it.
This may seem like a simple task for many of you, but when you have been trapped in someone else’s body (or rather babies have been trapped in you) for the better part of three years, it’s not so fun to shop when you have enough skin on your belly you could actually form another human.
And then there was “Perfect Form” at White House Black Market. I must admit that I fell in love with myself all over again. (ok, not really, but sort of).
Who needs to lose weight when there is perfect form, curvy skinny’s, and spanks?
I love you like I love my ice cream, Perfect Form….