The hearts are a lovely touch, but somehow they still don't make me feel any better about this
I'm admittedly no MILF or anything. But I still fit into the occasional size 4, I don't ever leave the house without a touch of makeup and I have yet to succumb to the Mommy haircut. I'm holding it all together, thank you very much, though perhaps just barely so.
So then why do you suppose it is that my daughter, whose self portraits include such details as long flowing curly locks, persists in drawing me as some sort of matronly June Cleaver with a huge belly button?