The power of a black T-shirt!

It all started 2 years ago.

I needed a black shirt for a wedding.

I went for a classic black v neck.

Cotton and comfy...

a couple of months later,

pregnant!

That comfy T-shirt only fit for a few more months.

80 pounds later, the comfy T found it's way

to very back, dark end of my closet.

Beckham entered the world and

a few months later

I reached clear in the back of my

closet for that Black T!

I could have sworn I shrunk that shirt when I tried it on.

It was so snug.

Well, lets be real,

I could barely pull it past my chest...

Misery, depression, defeat, pity party.

Black T-shirt,

back to the end of the closet.

Plates of veggies, salads, holding the mayo, diet soda only, and

miles and miles of running later...

I once again reached for my comfy black T.

After dusting it off and trying it on...

It fit, the black T fit!

Baggy and comfy, just like it once was.

Tears welling up of joy,

Success, victory, plain old PARTY!

Oh the power of a black

T-SHIRT!