I was just have a quick clear-out of some clothes and thought I would try on some dresses I haven't worn in a long time, just for a giggle.
I tried on a horrid chinese style dress that I bought about 5 years ago - not good for my huge norks. So that's going to the charity shop.
Then I tried on a lovely Monsoon dress I wore to my friends wedding about 5 months after ds was born. I was a bit miffed it wasn't hanging off me (wedding was almost 2 years ago).
Then it hit me.
I'm fat and I'm the only person that can do anything about it.
I can accessorise until the cows come home, but no amount of chunky beaded necklaces, no matter how funky, will make my jelly belly disappear.
I feel both sad and liberated in a weird sort of way.