After breast feeding 2 infants and losing a total of 360 pounds (40 pounds per baby plus 10 pounds up and down annually x 18 years), my body no longer grooves in those cute little Victoria’s Secret get-ups.
In my present incarnation, flannel PJs are more realistic than static cling nighties. I especially love my significant other’s L.L. Bean plaids. Baggy is beautiful, while tight is out of sight…and not in a good way. I can get away with walking the dog in flannels and a zip-up fleece but donning a Victoria’s Secret negligee with a hound in tow, might elicit a warrant for my arrest.
Don’t despair or try to live in the past. Instead, challenge your sleeping partner to find you amidst the flannel. It’s a scavenger hunt for treasure.
Perhaps it’s wishful thinking or denial, believing that a good attitude is sexy. What do you guys think? The truth if you dare.