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We just started doing the whole hanging out at the playground thing, and the most challenging part of the routine seems to be choosing an outfit.*
I’m trying to strike the balance between slutty mom (cleavage, muffin top, 3″ platforms) and beaten-down-by-the-world mom (husband’s 2004 marathon t-shirt, tapered jeans, Crocs); this little track jacket over a tank and skinny jeans puts me right where I want to be.
*Modesty, particularly in view of other mothers, isn’t my strong suit. Have you seen their eyes? Like laser beams, I tell you, boring into the nub of your pitiful, insecure soul.
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