notes.

{fat girl breakfast}

dear cafe 640,
my thighs hate you. two weekends in a row of your chicken biscuits with mushroom gravy. you are so bad, but just so good.

dear baby girl,
that yesterday, that was called exercise. awful, right? let's never do it again.

dear spring trends,
sea foam green, metallic colors, and ponytails....i adore you.

dear husband,
coming home to dinner made and the table set on friday was just, so nice. thank you for the little things.

dear cuties,
i used to mock you for your size, but now, it's official. best friends.

dear contagion,
6. the number of times i have washed my hands since watching you last night.

dear steelers,
let's do this!