I used to think fall fashion and motherhood just didn’t mix—between snack crumbs on leggings and last-minute Target runs, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt stylish 🍂. Every morning felt like a “sweatpants again?” moment. After my second baby, my body felt different and my closet didn’t spark joy anymore. All I wanted was to look slimmer, feel confident, and still chase my toddler across the park without a wardrobe malfunction.

I used to think fall fashion and motherhood just didn’t mix—between snack crumbs on leggings and last-minute Target runs, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt stylish 🍂. Every morning felt like a “sweatpants again?” moment. After my second baby, my body felt different and my closet didn’t spark joy anymore. All I wanted was to look slimmer, feel confident, and still chase my toddler across the park without a wardrobe malfunction.

I used to think fall fashion and motherhood just didn’t mix—between snack crumbs on leggings and last-minute Target runs, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt stylish 🍂. Every morning felt like a “sweatpants again?” moment. After my second baby, my body felt different and my closet didn’t spark joy anymore. All I wanted was to look slimmer, feel confident, and still chase my toddler across the park without a wardrobe malfunction.

I used to think fall fashion and motherhood just didn’t mix—between snack crumbs on leggings and last-minute Target runs, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt stylish 🍂. Every morning felt like a “sweatpants again?” moment. After my second baby, my body felt different and my closet didn’t spark joy anymore. All I wanted was to look slimmer, feel confident, and still chase my toddler across the park without a wardrobe malfunction.