From Apple Bottom to Muffin Top
I'm sure this is a subject that many moms (and some dads) can relate to.
I used to be a size 6. Nothing spectacular, but I could squeeze my cute ass into a pair of low rise jeans without a problem. I didn't have a flat stomach, but the little pooch that I was always trying to get rid of would be a nice change from what I have now. (See skinny me over there? That was me on April 28, 2006. The night before my wedding. I looked good then.) I could shamelessly wear a bikini and feel confident about it. I even contemplated going topless on the beach on our honeymoon. The Hub wasn't so keen on that idea.
And might I just say that my ass wasn't all that horrid to look at either. In fact, it was the first thing that The Hub noticed when we first met. I know, degrading to women, blah blah blah. But at the time I didn't care. I was proud. I still am proud of the way I used to look.
After having Bubby, I managed to shed the pounds. I actually got down to 5 pounds less than my pre-pregnancy weight. So why could I not get back into my clothes? Simple.
Muffin Top.
That's right, I now have a muffin top. I hate to admit it and I hate even more trying to hide it. Nothing ever fits right. Before I was trying to find clothes that would best show off my ass(ets). Now I'm desperately trying to find clothes that are big enough to cover them up.
It's a shame that I have to donate all the clothes that are in the "skinny bin", but I just can't stand looking at it anymore. (That's me and one of my very best friends, Sean on New Year's Eve 2005. See how skinny I used to be? That sweater is in the skinny bin. It used to be big on me.) And now that I'm pregnant again, I will be getting bigger before I get smaller.
I used to be a size 6. Nothing spectacular, but I could squeeze my cute ass into a pair of low rise jeans without a problem. I didn't have a flat stomach, but the little pooch that I was always trying to get rid of would be a nice change from what I have now. (See skinny me over there? That was me on April 28, 2006. The night before my wedding. I looked good then.) I could shamelessly wear a bikini and feel confident about it. I even contemplated going topless on the beach on our honeymoon. The Hub wasn't so keen on that idea.
The pool was never an issue for me. Neither was laying out and basking in the warm sun. I didn't care if the bottom of my shirt barely met up with the top of my pants. Not that I went around baring my belly for all to see, but if it happened to make a guest appearance, I wasn't concerned.
And might I just say that my ass wasn't all that horrid to look at either. In fact, it was the first thing that The Hub noticed when we first met. I know, degrading to women, blah blah blah. But at the time I didn't care. I was proud. I still am proud of the way I used to look.
After having Bubby, I managed to shed the pounds. I actually got down to 5 pounds less than my pre-pregnancy weight. So why could I not get back into my clothes? Simple.
Muffin Top.
That's right, I now have a muffin top. I hate to admit it and I hate even more trying to hide it. Nothing ever fits right. Before I was trying to find clothes that would best show off my ass(ets). Now I'm desperately trying to find clothes that are big enough to cover them up.
It's a shame that I have to donate all the clothes that are in the "skinny bin", but I just can't stand looking at it anymore. (That's me and one of my very best friends, Sean on New Year's Eve 2005. See how skinny I used to be? That sweater is in the skinny bin. It used to be big on me.) And now that I'm pregnant again, I will be getting bigger before I get smaller.
And I won't even touch on the stretch marks. That's a whole different post all together!
Now when someone says "Hey, baby!" I assume they are talking about an actual baby.
Maybe by the time I can fit in those clothes again they will be back in style. Then my 21 year old daughter can wear them. I'm depressed now.
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