So. I have some pretty serious body image issues. I am carrying around too much weight right now, but even in college when I was a perfectly reasonable size and went to step class twice a week, I hated my body. We blame my skinny, thoughtless father.
I’ve dropped a bit of weight since last summer and the self-loathing has eased up proportionately. Today, I hadn’t planned on doing much and I am seriously lacking in summer playclothes, so I put on a sleeveless dress. I normally wear a short sleeved sweater with it.
I skipped the sweater. I wore a sleeveless dress. All day long. I haven’t gone sleeveless in public since I was 12.
Yeah. It’s practically a deserted island in the Pacific where I literally do not know a soul. Whatever. I pushed my little boundaries and am triumphant. And slightly sunburned.
Yay, good for you.