New undies. Smaller undies. I went to Target today and even though I was feeling bloated and I could barely wriggle into a medium-sized swimsuit (so cute!), I didn't let it get me down. Too much.
(it's hard to tell from the picture--the contrasting trim is spring green/yellow.) It was a bad scene with my blub hanging out of the back, ugh. I'll go back in a few days and it will be perfect. That's what I'm telling myself.
I bought some new underpants since I recently purged all kinds of things from our closet, including panties that are gray, holey, and/or have elastic that is shot. Oh, and granny panties, a la Bridget Jones.
I am focusing on my firm little bum and not how my cups no longer runneth over. Ah well, the flab on my back no longer runneth over, either, so that's a plus. Speaking of pluses, it's much easier to wave a wand and make a Miracle happen than to make your large posterior and hips fit into all your fabulous dresses. I say this from experience. I tell you, it's been like a shopping spree in my closet lately.
Something else I've discovered recently: undies for those of us who are, um, smaller, can be found in the teeny-bopper section. Super cute and tending towards cotton and bright colors. And I have to push past all the really tiny sizes so it makes me feel grown up and busty. No, I haven't gotten over being completely flat-chested in jr. high and high school. Oh, also European undies. I have some I bought on my honeymoon that I will be able to wear. Soon. Of course, then I'll just have to walk around the house in my skivvies. Ryan will be so sad.