These LOFT jeans are the last pair of jeans I bought before I got pregnant. I wore them on the day El Hub and I told our parents, and shortly afterwards, I put them away in a drawer, confident that after I had the baby, I’d get back into them eventually.
I thought it would take a few months. Then one day I would slip them on, button them up, and pick up exactly where I left off.
HAHA!
For months I’ve been basically using sheer willpower to shoe-horn my @ss into these pants, because I’ve refused to acknowledge the fact that they no longer fit. I’ve worn them several times — all the while being barely able to breathe — and it finally hit me a couple weeks ago that I NEED TO LET THIS GO and buy some new freakin’ jeans.
My body has physically changed so much since last year. My hips are wider. There’s more junk in le trunk, and my thighs are much more luscious… I’m accepting that I may never fit into those jeans again, but the weird thing is that I don’t feel like I’m giving up.
Continue reading "Old Jeans and New Jeans" on Makeup and Beauty Blog.

...