I really was, I swear. But that's not what makes the story true. The truth about the story lies in the fact that while I'm exercising, I'm watching Jessica Simpson explain to Oprah that she really wears a size 4 and sometimes a 6, and she really did eat a corn dog before that infamous "fat" picture of her went circulating around of her singing at some fair. They also accused her of wearing Mom jeans. Now I have to admire Jessica for being happy and feeling beautiful no matter what size she is. She made me proud the way she handled all the "weight issue" questions. And although I feel that Jessica Simpson certainly doesn't have any "weight issues", she tells Oprah that the size of the jeans she was wearing when that picture was taken was a 4.
Jessica, if those jeans were a size 4 you were wearing that day, then there's no way I was 205 lbs when I delivered my second child and I currently weigh 125 lbs.
And listen, far be it from me to give Jessica a hard time about her jeans since I haven seen a size 4 since middle school, but let's not stress so much on the numbers here. God designed us to be size 2's, 10's, 16's and everything in between. Let's start focusing on our inner beauty before we start worrying about what size pants we wear.
*step's off soapbox now*
Now the point of all this is that while I was engrossed in listening to Jessica Simpson on Oprah, my daughter was in the room kneeling by the pile of clean laundry that I had just folded. I giggled when she turned around wearing my bra and I ran to grab my camera to sneak a few shots. What I wasn't expecting was what she was about to tell me regarding her bra wearing experience.
"It feels like I'm wearing a purse with two babies in it..."
The End.
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