...the days when I could wear shorts - of any length - and have only legs hanging out, nothing extra. No lumps. No excessive jiggle. No little hint of flapping ass. Just legs, the way that legs were intended to be. Those were fine days. Fine days indeed.
After 6 years of life as a single mom and 2 years of life as one side of a long distance relationship, I shacked up with the man of my dreams. And then we promptly had a baby, just to keep things interesting. Read more.