so, all the beans are on the table…back in january, i was coming up on my prepregnancy weight, feeling good about my stature and only having fat moments when wearing certain panties. i was doing good, or so i thought. then it started creeping up on me.
so now, it’s july and i’m in the midst of relapse-city. or am i? is it all just a bullshit excuse for attention like someone suggested? anyways.
i bought that bikini about two months ago. it’s the exact bikini i bought three summers ago, just a size bigger. i thought it might hold the twins at bay a little more, but when i wear it i feel as if i’ve a sign on me saying, “hello, these are my breasts.”
i bought the shorts the other day. i tried on some dark rinse stretch denim ones and felt a little…confined, even though they fit. i’m used to skate stuff, not ass-skimming. so i went up a size, which didn’t come in the denim and only in a navy blue mommy brushed cotton kind.
i should have waited for two more days and four more pounds lost and a breakup. then i could have gotten the denim ones.
yes, i’m aware my face is very shiny. it’s from crying and sweating and crying some more. oh, also from carrying my infection-riddled child for 20 minutes while pushing her stroller. in 30 degree (celcius) heat. now, praise me for the darkest tan i’ve ever had in my life and say a prayer that a heart attack comes before skin cancer, for me (i’m allergic to sunblock and incapable of wearing lots of clothes when dying of heat).
