I know I have been wearing you a lot lately.
This is my chance to say "thank you". The last couple of months have been tough for me. A new batch of meds combined with an unquenchable hunger for French fries has made all my other pants a little... tight.
You stuck with me through everything.
You stretched and pulled until I tugged you all the way up my thunder
You even were gracious enough to let me pull you up all the way to under my twins so that I could suck in my muffin top as well.
Stretchy pants, you really went above and beyond.
And that is why I dedicate this post to you.
You are a true friend.
I have been cutting back on my French fries and hitting the gym, so I may be wearing you less and less as the days pass on. But trust me, for those fat days where I feel like a bloated, gross and disgusting pile of lard after a 2AM McDonalds binge, I know you will be there to (literally) pull me together.
Love you Stretchy Pants.