I'm a 48-year-old woman, mom of two, and I have the body that goes with it. I've had two emergency c-sections, given birth to 20 pounds of human being. I have stretch marks and surgical scars and will never look good in a bikini or tummy baring anything. I am 200 pounds of solid, working mom muscle wrapped in a soft, squishy layer of momminess. And you can probably account for 25-30 pounds in massive brains and bodacious boobs. But trust me, no one wants to see me squeeze into a pair of low-rise jeans. I could, I see women of my age and body type desperately trying to cling to youth, but I choose to dress for comfort, functionality and modesty. Mid-rise mom jeans, c-section scars and muffintop covered and secured.
I choose to carry a weapon. And now I've chosen to carry a motherfucking 1911 .45.
And I will drop anyone who threatens me or my cute chicks.
So I would say that alone makes me a badass in mom jeans.