Sunday, September 15, 2013
So there is a fairly high chance hubby and myself shall be being sociable on Saturday, I have nothing to wear and no idea where to even start. None of my pre-pregnancy clothes fit, obviously, and as I am extremely far removed from my usual shape I have absolutely no idea what would be flattering or pretty. There are very few times clothing has the ability to make me feel sad but this is one of them. Usually my attitude is to throw on whatever comes to hand, lately almost everything I have been wearing is dull and frumpy or are hand me downs. All that has mattered is that they fit.
My current thoughts and feelings seem to be that to dress well at this weight takes skill or confidence, possibly both, neither of which I possess. When I see larger well dressed women I cannot help but admire them and, in my mind, their courage. The confidence and ability to wear something beautiful, glamorous, sultry or downright sexy, not worrying about the opinions of others and/or ignoring the little parts of themselves they may not like so much to instead appreciate what they have at that given time. Our bodies may be constantly changing but how wonderful it would be to be able to love them every step of the way, not hide, berate or even just plain ignore them but to instead embrace them for what they are at present. A thought that shall have to be carried forward into the day and without a doubt the endless outfits that shall be tried on, discarded and finally, just perhaps, loved and brought home.