Low-rise jeans cannot contain it. I’ve got more junk in my trunk than a hoarder’s hatchback after a liquidation sale at Costco. Even J.Lo‘s like, “Damn, girl.” For the record, though, I didn’t poop on the table. But it sort of felt as if I had. Because what goes up ...
condo to your car I guess that poor excuse for a t-shirt will do:-) (I see some chicks at my kid’s school come to pick up their children in slightly more decent clothes but still ready to do a ho stroll – full war paint, painted on jeans, down to the navel top, stilettos…...
when I thought I was really fat, it seems so ridiculous. I distinctly remember the moment when I didn’t fit into size 5 jeans anymore, and I was devastated. One of my crew had a pool in her yard when we were teenagers, and I was always so self-conscious about...