This was a Fat Day.
As a postmodern lady, I don't like to admit these sorts of dysmorphic situations exist because I'm immediately taken back to high school and silly girls babbling back and forth, "You're not fat! I'm fat!" "You're not fat! I'm fat!"
I hate that being overweight is a crippling social stigma and I hate that ladies feel any kind of pressure to have a specific body type.
That said, this was a day where for purely hormonal reasons, I felt like I had gained three pant sizes overnight.
Obesity psychoses be damned.
tank - Free People
long-sleeved top - American Eagle?
jeans - Free People
shoes - from my Momma
Even more unnerving than body dysmorphic disorder is the disease I've contracted that forces me to purchase Free People garments online.
Mail order is so fun! And income-disabling!
This top was on sale on the interwebs and that is how it came to be mine.
top - Free People
headband - Pangea in Cincinnati
pants - French Connection
shoes - Imagine by John Camuto
In other news:
It's official! Ms. Francis Luella is in perfect health!
Her lump is gone and any traces of sarcoma have fled! She's just your average happy, crazy kitten.