Clothes are hard. They’re hard when you’re gender non-conforming. They’re hard when you’re fat. They’re hard when you’re eight months pregnant. They’re hard when you’re required to be a little bit fancy. They’re especially hard when you’re gender non-conforming, fat, eight months pregnant, and invited to a wedding where you have to be a little bit fancy.
But, thanks to a trip to the thrift store, some creative belt coverage, and a long tie to hide the gaps between buttons, I managed to dress myself with only a few small wardrobe crises.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take my pants off and not put them back on for at least another month.
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