In fact, the only times I have ever come to family holidays in my pajamas were any given year before the age of 15 and then the hungover Thanksgiving debacle of 2012. I had crawled into my bedroom window a mere four hours before after a particularly wild night so to get dressed at all was nothing short of a miracle. Lets not get into that.
I chose to go boldly into the world of sparkling adornment because, well... 1.) it is Christmas but most importantly 2.) it was Thursday and I like to wear whatever I please. My straight size sister didn't seem to appreciate my choice and laughed at the crop top idea all together. Although she sat there judgy in her sweatshirt and lounge pants, usually she has pretty good taste. I couldn't help but wonder how she hadn't heard of the miracle of crop tops! This is fat girl freedom, y'all! Had she not felt the Earth change when the first fat girl put on a crop top and felt fabulous?
Crop top in question: Monif C "Gissel" Scallop Lace Crop |
That new freedom is what drives our "feel" and our "attitude". I'll happily take a laugh here and there about my outfit if it means I feel great about putting on whatever I please without worrying about the rules! The plan is to wear that same crop top for our nice dinner out on New Years Eve with a jumpsuit (yet another former rule breaker). This is fat girl freedom and I plan to #werk it!