Those who know me know I’m all for women of all shapes and sizes being proud of and flaunting their curves.

The thick girls on South Beach who strut their scantily cladded jiggly bits? Go on’ wit yo bad self. The round-the-way-girls poured into skinny jeans so tight the pants look painted on? Hey, more power to you. But I think I found my line in the sand.

It came at my son’s swim class.

This is actually Logan when he was 10 months old.

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