mini and mini
About a year ago I sent the picture below to the lady squad, asking if I was thin enough to wear a black sequined minidress on New Year’s Eve. (The surrounding mess is exactly what my bedroom and closet look like when I’m trying on outfits. Sorry mom, at thirty I’m still a messy kid who loves playing in her closet.)
Almost exactly a year later I was trying to decide if I could get away with wearing a non-maternity sweater to work and snapped the photo below. Baby house at thirty three weeks, four chins hidden by the flash.

Perspective. Now I think that minidress looks pretty good, and wouldn’t I love to have those legs back. I mean, I still have them. Somewhere. Haven’t seen them in a while.



Luckily they come back, those legs:). They wave to the double chins on their way out.
Still makes me giggle. You’ll get back there!
looking good!!
it’s amazing how you don’t fully grasp what’s happened to your body until you look back on an old photo. i’m starting to miss being able to bend over to put my shoes on. there is no give in the belly anymore…
you look good in both
You are lovely in both photos.