The Day I Didn't Wear Pants

So today is officially No Pants day.

At least for me.

For some reason when I was getting dressed this morning I just decided it would be a good idea to go to work without pants.

Instead, I opted for leggings.

Let me tell you, it's 100% true what they say - leggings are NOT pants.

Did I realize this when I was getting dressed? No.

It's Friday, I'll go casual. Let me toss on this denim shirt with some leggings and boots. Yep, that will be cute.

Yeah, so cute when every dent and dimple is showing. So cute when you can visibly see your thighs vibrating as you walk. So cute when your butt is sagging past your shirt. 

I've worn leggings before. But I've always stayed on the side of safety. Meaning shirt well past my fingertips.  And I don't know why but it wasn't until I caught of glimpse of myself in the daycare door after drop off that I realized this shirt may be too short.

I had a fleeting thought of running home and changing. But I pushed that thought out of my head and rolled on.

Then I kept looking down, debating. Is it too short? Naw, it's fine. Right? Yeah, totally fine.

This continued as I rolled through McDonalds and on to the office.

What? So I'm too fat to wear leggings. Does that mean I can't get a Bacon Egg and Cheese biscuit and a hashbrown?  I don't see the problem...

It wasn't until I saw my reflection in the office door. Way too short. And way too unattractive.

I had a meeting first thing so I had to wait but the minute I was free I snuck out and bought a tank top long enough to cover my rear end.

So I do believe my leggings to work days are over.