An Open Letter to My Stretchy Pants

Dear Stretchy Pants,

I know I have been wearing you a lot lately. 

Like everyday. 

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. 

But you? 

You stuck with me through everything. 

You stretched and pulled until I tugged you all the way up my thunder athletic thighs. 

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.