I awake, blurry eyed to Saturday afternoon. (well I was up all night making this blog) Today I'm going round to my boyfreinds flat and I'm an hour and a half late before I'm even out of bed.
as you can see by the grainy photograph, this is me in the dress I have chosen to wear today. I got it on sale in Next (UK fashion retailers) and its a size 6.
Why then, do I ask, is is so bloody massive on me? Its safety pinned at the back to deslacken the material and I have had to pin the front neck to my bra or it just falls forward and shows all thats underneath. The unbrushed hair is old curls from yesterday that have been slept in and thats all there is too it.
I feel confident today that I look good primarily for me. I could go around with my hair brushed and make up on and accessories that weren't 50p from the Red Cross charity shop or I could allow my ill fitting dress to hang off me more like a toga in a Rubens painting.
No. Today I look how I like to look because I like how it looks. I am happy to be 5ft3 and 6 stone 6lbs and 22 years of age and I feel like my appearance matches my personality... if I looked about 40 years older!
I don't know if its because I'm blessed with a body I can accept and be happy with or blessed with a mind that can accept and be happy with my body.
What ever it is, today it's working o.k.
No comments:
Post a Comment