Enlarging Marge followers, say hello and goodbye to Thursday morning's trouser quintet. This lovely set of size fours will be vacationing in 505's basement for an undetermined amount of time.Though I try to stay stoic, I must admit that dressing has become a challenge. Along with my biceps getting a workout in my morning circuit class, my ego gets whipped every a.m.
The worst part - it's really not about the belly. Today I had a bit of an Ally McBeal/The Biscuit moment. While laboring to get my Banana Republic pinstripes over my now ample caboose, I looked in the mirror and noticed my Ann Taylor tank was straining not-so-attractively across the girls. When the following tune popped into my head, I paused to ponder my long-standing assumption of its misogynistic roots.
Woman-objectification or ode to a pregnant chica?
Not really. It's awful. Worst part? It's now my morning theme song.
