give.us.freeeeee.

I'm wearing an awesome pair of pants.  They're from Old Navy (who is totally stepping up their clothing game) and were only $8.00.  My sister has the exact same pair.  Usually she gives me her clothes cus, surprisingly, I hate shopping and trying stuff of with the fire of ten thousand suns.  But I had to snag these pants up cus they're that awesome. 

Here they are:

pin stripe-y goodness

The problem?  They're tight.  This isn't the pants problem... it's mine.  I have a bit of the... -ahem- muffin top mayhem going on.  Not only that, but my girly bits are screamin "give.us.freeeee!" 

I'm shaped kinda funny, in that, I can't go a size up cus they'll just fit all wonky.  And I'm totally that person that says, "I'll buy this and fit into it later."  Partly cus I don't like to try stuff on, partly cus I don't like the prospect of fitting into certain sizes.  Not a healthy way of going aboit it, either way.

The tightness of the pants reminds me of a time in 6th grade.  It was sex-ed week.  For the most part, we were extremely mature about things, with the exception of a few instances:

• The topic of yeast infections came up.  Our teacher advised us that one of the ways to get/maintain an infection was by wearing pants that were too tight.  After he said that, 99% of the class said, "Marrryyyyy" (cus she wore suuuuuper tight pants).  Then one kid said, "Joeeee."  Cus Joe wore pants that were too tight too.  Funny!
• Not related, but we were discussing bewbs, and the teach was like, "Guys... breasts are not toys.  You can't play with them and bounce them like basketballs."  HAAAAA! 

Anyway.  Pants too tight.  All the baguettes, chips, crisps and other delicious badness in Europe didn't help either.   But I'm working on that.