Of my belly, which just had its very own inauguration in Montreal. I don’t have any problems with crop tops, right until the little thing starts showing. Maybe if I had done all my sit ups I was supposed to, things could have been different. Still, as long as you have the trench to hide the muffin top, and the miraculous wide leg trousers that makes you look 6 inches tall; it’s all good. And I had the chance to wear my weirdo necklace: a summer win-win.