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Angela Fink Rocks Hot Momiforms and Can Teach You How To Too!!~

"I truly believe that you should wear things that you feel 100% great in. If you are uncomfortable all day or don't feel confident about a look, don't ever wear it again. You don't have to wear all the trends. Find what works for you. "

Amen sister!

Though I have grown fond of my "momiform" of sweatpants and hi-top Vans on the average day, I have also been known to pull it together when I needed to! Luckily for us moms there is stylist and social media celeb Angela Fink who is proving being a mom doesn't mean you need to frump it up! 
Check out this piece on her in Refinery29, and learn how to pull your shit together in a jiffy while still ruling the world!

Also check out her Instagram here.
And while you're at it, check out my Instagram here and here

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