I love my grey hooded sweatshirt. I always have. I found this sweatshirt at a thrift store when I was in college. Or maybe I was in high school. It is the most comfortable thing I own. Justin hates it (but really he loves it) because it has holes in the armpits and the pockets are literally falling off, but I love it. It also has a weird pointy hood that makes me look like I am part of some racist group, but still, I love it. I wore it out tonight because it is one of the few articles of clothing that fit over my belly, as I refuse to buy any new clothes for just five more weeks. Well, on the way home
it started raining, and that means, I was able to put my hood on. In our old neighborhood I would have never dared to wear my hood in public due to the looks I would receive. But tonight, as I proudly wore my hood, not one person (that I noticed) looked at me strange! I love my grey hooded sweatshirt. Justin thought I looked so “cute” that he did a little photo shoot of me in the sweatshirt. Here are some pictures. I hope you are all happy people who want to see me huge!!! Here is the proof!