Dear Fat, I hate you.
I know, I'm only six months post partum, calm my ass down. Right, groovy. Except Mike bought me an adorable new jacket because he knows I've been looking around (literally looking. Today I was out and about and everyone had on their fur lined, hooded, extra puffy down jackets while I wore a three quarter length sleeve and a hoodie and I was fine) and it didn't fit my arms.
And it was an XL.
And it didn't fit my arms while I was shirtless.
Which means an XXL probably won't fit my arms.
:(
I just want a jacket that makes me feel cute, warm, and not like a total lard ass. And before everyone starts hyping Target THIS CAME FROM TARGET.
*head desk*
And it was an XL.
And it didn't fit my arms while I was shirtless.
Which means an XXL probably won't fit my arms.
:(
I just want a jacket that makes me feel cute, warm, and not like a total lard ass. And before everyone starts hyping Target THIS CAME FROM TARGET.
*head desk*