They have reality shows for pretty much everything these days. I recently noticed, but have not watched, that there was a new reality show called Pregnant in Heels. I have no idea what that's about but I am living it today and I have to ask this question, "How the hell do women wear 3+ inch heels to work, walking around, and out of the town every day?!"
Today is my first official "fat" day. I woke up this morning with an outfit in my mind, went to put it on (khaki capris, flowy cream top, pink sweater, and cute flower wedges) and KAPOW! The capri pants that used to be my staple springtime pant became unbearable. Sure I could have pulled them off because I was wearing a flowy top but I'm pretty sure I would have ended up with perminent pants pressed into my belly. They would have squeezed the life out of me, I'm pretty sure. So I took them off and did what any girl who has put on a few extra pounds would do; I threw myself a pity party in front of the mirror as I attempted to jazz up my new frump.
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Mine are black |
I was able to locate some charcoal carpris, to pair with a black cami, and black textured sweater but still felt yucky so, brilliant me, decides to wear her 4" Jessica Simpson heels to feel more "pretty". Sadly, it worked... for about an hour. Now, here I am in the classroom barefooted. Yippie! But you know what, it was worth it because people have been commenting on my cuteness all morning. Vein? Yes, but you know what? It's perfectly fine to want to look your best dammit.
Today I am pregnant in heels. Tomorrow and probably for the next week I will most likely be pregnant in flats or tennis shoes. At least I'll have time tonight to rethink the old wardrobe.
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