I kept it mum, but a few weeks ago I bought a new pair of jeans. I had to. And it hurt like hell to search for THIS size when I'd rather be THAT size right there...you know that one that has a much smaller number? But my old jeans are really becoming an eye sore.
So I spent WAY too much on a pair of Levi's. This brand of jean does wonders for my ass and I've always loved them. I found a pair that wasn't butt crack low, in fact they were high as in old school above the belly button. I do like my lower rise jeans, however the belly flab doesn't look so fab. I put them on and woohoo, it felt odd having jeans so high again but my tummy was gone, and everything was smooth and it looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself.
I brought them home, washed them and they sat in my closet for a week before I remembered aha I have some cute as hell jeans I can wear.
I put them on.
Within two hours I was pissed. Why? Well these jeans that are supposed to smooth your curves and control your tummy, LIE LIKE A BASTARD. Two hours into wearing these $60 jeans and I suddenly had a preggo pooch. No really, Bo didn't believe me until I showed him. I knew when my husband's eyes did a funny twitch that the image wasn't one that was only in my head, it was real and horrible. Not only was there a red neon flashing sign pointing to my rolly polly tummy, but they were now loose enough I could take em off without unbuttoning or unzipping them.
They look like the worst 'Mom jean's on the planet.
Now I can't take them back, I've washed them, I've worn them and we tossed the receipt. Because I had faith that these puppies were going to work and now they don't. Not by a long shot.