Well sh*t.

I did it. I had to.

I finally broke down and bought size 18 pants. Le sigh.

I know I said I wouldn’t, but since we are going on vacay in a couple of weeks, I was thinking about how wearing cutesy skirts and flip flops probably wouldn’t be the best choice for an amusement park. Hence the need for bigger pants.

And actually they are capris and YES, I KNOW I just recently said that I couldn’t pull of the capris look, but the ones I tried on are a little more tapered and fall just below my very large calves, and since I’m vertically challenged they actually look more like crop pants than capris. They are lightweight and very comfy so I’m rather please with them. And I’m sorry but I’m just not ready to bare my chunky legs to the world in a pair of shorts. Nope, not gonna happen.

But still. My pants are size 18. Oh, that noise you just heard? That was the small sob escaping my throat.

And let’s not even talk about the fact that I still need to find a BATHING SUIT for the vacation. Sheesh won’t that be a lovely afternoon. That might just send me over the freaking edge.

I’ll wave to you from rock bottom.