combating mom jeans since 2005

i love denim, but i think jeans are the single most difficult thing for me to purchase for myself. especially post partum. the body i knew for the first 25 years of my life changed forever after reagan was born. worse in some ways, better in others. one thing that i am constantly working on is disguising the accordian stomach and not creating a tummy shelf with my pants. but most important, avoiding the muffin top.
my formula for muffin top avoidance:
long, blousey fit t shirt + loose jeans with stretch +accessories for distracting the eye / just avoiding eating muffins in general =

and i wore my big wedges(which sounds crude but is totally innocent). sometimes when i wear big wedges out and about on errands and with jeans and shorts, i feel like fiona from burn notice. if she can tote around blocks of C4 for making explosives and shoot bad guys with high powered rifles from city blocks away whilst wearing big wedge heels, then surely i can handle dragging two kids around town in big shoes. and sometimes i want to shoot people, so wearing big wedges pretty much means i am in training for becoming a sniper.

and remember, muffin tops are for eating. not exposing.