Sometimes I sit in front of my computer, after little miss goes to bed, and stare blankly at it. I have the images for the post, yet the words don’t come. In my most tired moments, I’ve simply thought about writing, “Do you like my white top? Yes, it’s perfect for spring….” and then sign off. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Not at all. Yet, I’ve always wanted this space to be a place to somehow inspire… whether it’s to try a new nutritious recipe with ingredients you’ve never thought of… or wear a trend you’d been thinking you couldn’t really pull off (but, in reality, you can totally rock…)… or to feel like you’re not alone through my motherhood updates, self deprecating streams of consciousness, and weekend recaps… it’s just something that has always mattered to me….

All that to say, inspiration tends to come in the strangest places. Sometimes while I’m working out… or while I’m driving the car singing to my favorite song (yes, I’m that person who sings in the car thinking no one can see her…), and tonight wasn’t any exception. I walked away from the computer to change my clothes and wash my face, in the hopes of coming back more “inspired.” As I was taking off my new favorite jeans, it hit me, the theme of today’s post… it’s not all in a number.

For so long, I was tied to a number. Not ever being one to weigh myself (the last time I stepped on a scale was over a year ago, at my postpartum check-up), I fell victim another number. The number on the tag. You know, measure your weight by how your clothes feel…. and while my jeans fit post pregnancy, and the year after, I would say they weren’t always the most comfortable. I started thinking about it…. what if it had nothing to do with the “extra weight” and had everything to do with the shifts my body went through during pregnancy (as in, “you know my hips don’t lie and I’m starting to feel it’s right….” good ol’ Shakira lyrics….)….  something to be celebrated, rather than feel bad about. So, I ordered some new jeans over the past few weeks… in both my “normal” size and my “up one.” The other day, when I pulled the “up ones” on, I felt pretty dang relieved…. and as I pulled them off this evening…. I felt no different than when I wear the other size (well, maybe a little less like a sausage….). All that to say, giving up on numbers has been an act of acceptance for me. Maybe you can relate, maybe not, but if you’re in the same situation I challenge you to release on it… and see how you really feel!…..

Annd, on a more surface level, white tops are my fav (no surprise), so when I stumbled across this one, I knew it would be perfect for spring. A few other little white tops that I am currently loving include this adorable swing top, tiered sleeve top, eyelet off the shoulder top, ruffled off the shoulder top, and this adorable baby toll top (would be so cute with the jeans I am wearing today). I’m also obsessed with the distressed denim jacket trend…. a while back I stumbled across one that I loved… yet it was $300. So I waited, and love the one I am wearing today…. but also love this light colored wash jacket, and this faded wash jacket.
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(Outfit Details || Top | Jeans (wearing 25) | Jacket | Espadrilles | Tote)