Goodness, how I do wish I was packing to bump-it in coachella this weekend. Yes, how crazy would I look with a big belly hanging among other music lovers, quite possibly the only sober one, but a girl can dream right?
If I was spending a day at coachella, a maxi dress would not only be weather appropriate, but it’ll give me just enough room to sway and dance all I want. As I slowly drifted in a baby-less trans with music blaring just loud enough to make you feel like you’ll be the good kind of hearing impaired at the end of the night, my bangles would shake and rattle in my ear as my hands swayed side to side mimicking my baby-bearing body. And when I wasn’t digging my brightly painted orange toes in the grass, just deep enough to let the mud and grass goo in-between, I would be walking around in the most comfortable pair of espadrilles.
Ah, coachella, one day soon.
Illustrations by Emily DeNicolais for Old, New, and the wee one too