Harry Potter was with me as I got ready for church this morning.

For some reason church makes me super self conscious, every week I go into my closet and draw the conclusion that all my clothes are ugly.

I know it makes no sense, no one cares, no one notices, logically I understand this, maybe it’s that this is my “dressiest” occasion these days, maybe it is because my children are terrible at church and I feel like everyone is looking at us, maybe I am just crazy, I really have no idea.

Anyway so I was starting to get irritated about my terrible outfit choices, my mom tummy, and a number of other pointless things, when I found a navy blue dress in my closet. I haven’t worn this dress in awhile, it isn’t a great postpartum dress, it’s a terrible nursing dress, and there’s no freaking way I could have squeezed into it while I was pregnant.

I really like this dress, so I decided it was time to dust it off and try it on again.

The dress looked fine to me, but I needed a second opinion, I came into the bathroom and had the following conversation with Harry Potter.

A: Does this dress make me look chubby?

HP: No (with a smile)

A: Would you tell me if it made me look chubby?

HP: No

A: You would just let me leave the house looking terrible?

HP: No, I’d let Dad tell you.

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

Thank you for sparing my feelings?

Thank you for not saying I look terrible?

Thank you for throwing Dad under the bus? I’m stumped, I have no response.