Copywriter & Brand Specialist

You know when you get out of the shower and you have that joyous opportunity to look at yourself naked in the mirror? Or maybe you don’t look at all. Maybe you were like me and just grabbed that Turkish cotton towel as quickly as you could and moved on to the next task. Well, I had a moment at the end of last summer when I took a FULL peek. I took a hard look at myself - - and for lack of a better term - - I got kinda pissed.

I'm wearing a pair of old joggers, a tight long sleeve, and a new zip-up. "Think the tag might still be on here." She says while looking down at her boob.

If you're a single, dating mama and you're reading this, please know I see you; and you're doing a fantastic job. Really wish they taught a class on this path of life in high school, but thank God they offered algebra.

I sweat through the dress I wore. Yep. Kept taking trips up to the restroom to unzip and cool off. Obviously my pits were toast. Two huge sweat circles. Then when I noticed the two smaller sweat circles forming underneath the boobs, I was like, "AHHH....hell no. So I walked all the way back to the cabin, sat naked in the bathroom, and blow-dried my stains of joy for a good 15 minutes or so until they were dry.

So instead of taking a right to go home, I cranked up the CCR and continued straight to the nearest Kwik Trip. Waiting in line at the gas station, it felt like I had a hanger in my mouth my smile was so big. I mean here I was, on a random Tuesday, still in my pajamas, holding a dozen donuts to spontaneously give to a dozen strangers. That's some fun energy.