I got off work early unexpectedly one Friday afternoon a few weeks ago. And I chose to spend that surprise free time swimsuit shopping. Because I was in the mood to torture myself, apparently. Let’s face it: I’m nearly 15 months postpartum (is that a phrase I can use? I should probably say “I had a baby over a year ago”) and, um, I don’t totally recognize that girl in the mirror sometimes. Don’t even get me started on pictures. We… Read more »