Fat Pants

I've had this pair of boyfriend fit jeans, that are baggy and so cute. I love them rolled up just a bit, and I usually wear them with heels. But I have to had to wear them with a shirt long enough to cover the belt totally necessary to hold them up. Until Now.

 

 

Well, last Friday I was late to work.

You see, I couldn't get any of my pants buttoned. And I couldn't find my fat pants. AKA: My boyfriend fit jeans. They were missing.

{don't worry, I found them under a huge pile of laundry. day saved.}

 

My Baggy Fat Pant Jeans are now in the classified Skinny jean section of my closet. Also the same section every single one of my pants are now in, because the only thing that fits me right now is leggings. Horrah for leggings!

 

I made a trip a few weeks ago to Pea In The Pod and about crapped myself when I looked at the price tags on all of their close, but especially on their maternity jeans. I left the mall genuinely upset that I went for Maternity jeans and left empty handed. All week long I was dreaming of these pants. Literally, I had dreams about them. So, I went back a week later with my wallet and a handful of justifications and bought them.

 

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

 

When I tried them on the heavens opened up and sang a chorus. I didn't even want to take them off to pay for them. Like WHY was I not wearing these all of my life? Pregnant or not! Maternity jeans are theeee most comfortable things I've ever felt. And I'm honored to have them in my closet.

 

Ask me if I feel bad. {I don't.}

The End.