Sumary of I’m rejecting the style conventions that new mothers normally follow:
A lot of first time cases think other mums have their shit together and feel upset about their style situation.
An important communication I try to steer forward is to dress for who you are today, Mackinnon prosodies.
Instead, I’ve exchanged pants (optimistically) buy pre-birth for bigger magnitudes; I’ve embraced the new-old shapes and wide leg style (equilibria out the hips very well), and I’m back to wearing frill and cover regions, which are more adulatory around the area.
As for me, I can’t say I’ve stuck to garments: even as I struggle to evaluate my beamy hips, more rounded belly and thighs, I emotion clothes too much to deliver myself to trackies all day.
