June 5, 2011

As my waist grows, and my thighs rub together I am reminded daily how beautiful I am by my husband. I realize that marriage has yet another layer to it- the lying. Good lies, not bad ones.

I can honestly say that I love my belly, round as it’s getting- mostly because for years I never had a great middle, I liked to hide it with loose clothing or empire waist shirts. Now, for the first time in my life I can (and do) rock the tightest shirts: emphasizing my expansive middle, ample boobs and the ever so slight curve of my (painful) back.

Do I look good? I’ll never be sure.

Do I care? Not at all.

Round is the new skinny jean and I love it.