Oh Muffin Top, My Muffin Top

Love handles,
Spare tire,
Thick around
the middle.
A muffin top
by any other
name is still
my clothing
nemesis.

  

I tried on jeans today. Hence the poem. The jeans I loved fit just low enough on my hips to produce the dreaded muffin top. The jeans that hid my muffin top produced the dreaded mom jeans look. I’m thinking about embracing the bulge and decorating it with sparkles and sequins. Might start a new trend.

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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