We have all made fun of the term "mom jeans" at least once in our lives. It refers to the hideous over shot of a waistband pulled up under the nose of a woman you mockingly call "mom".
Well, I get it.
It seems that after I had Zach I was left a little "thick" in the middle. If I wear my pants at my hips (like the kids are doing these days) it hits me right in the heart of that "thickness" (read: belly fat) and results in the dreaded muffin top. Not pretty in the least. However, if I hike my pants up to kingdom come, it creates a more streamlined uni-chub, which somehow results in making my mid-section look less terrible.
I fear that this may be the start of my regrettable fashion era. 20 years from now Zach will stumble across a picture of me with my pants hiked up under my chest and beg, "Mom! Your pants!!" Necessary evil, Zach; necessary evil.
I'll continue on my slim down quest. But in the meantime, I might not be as hip. My apologies in advance, Zach. You were still worth it.
2 comments:
This post is hilarious. I love it. :)
Ha. Mom Jeans only touch the surface of my newly acquired wardrobe!
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