Cream coloured pants are from my BIGGEST days, leather pants are from my rock star days when I was a teeny-tiny stage hottie.
I think it's humanly impossible to jump into those leathers again, I was 21 and that says it all.
Fortunately I'm not the larger size anymore (haven't been for a long time) and am working myself into a sweet spot, which will lie somewhere in the middle of the two. Photo to the right is me today holding up my fat pants. I was depressed in a relationship with the wrong man and tried to eat myself happy. Plus I thought it didn't matter how I looked once I had a man who loved me. (dumb dumb dumb)
The larger pants are size 14 and the leather ones are a 4. I was 34, 24, 34 when I wore them. Hot, hot, smokin' hot. No wonder the dude who snapped me up did. If only I'd known how damn much market value I had then.
The good news is I'm much closer to hot than not because I work it! Yay!
(I hope this is an inspiring post to women, if I can do it, so can you.)
