Alice In Yoga Pants

For most people, the Fourth of July is a celebration of fireworks, flags, and freedom. But for me? Freedom looks a little different. Freedom looks like navy yoga pants pulled snug over a puffed, pastel diaper, a bright red tank, a white off-the-shoulder hoodie , and a ribbon bow tied to my favorite tote bag. Freedom sounds like a crinkle with every step, a partner who calls me Alice with a smile, and strangers doing double takes I no longer shrink from. Freedom feels like walking through downtown with a diapered bottom, a bold heart, and not a single ounce of shame. Because for me, this is what freedom means: 🔓 It’s the freedom to wear what I need and still feel beautiful. I spent years being afraid to be seen. Afraid of the diapers I have to wear. Afraid of the softness I naturally carry. I wore jeans even when they chafed. Hid behind baggy clothes. Ducked out of yoga classes I loved. But not anymore. I wear leggings that show my shape. I wear soft, pastel baby pants that pe...