Behind my bright grin, I am an awkward woman. Only occasionally do I muster up the courage to put on an outfit that makes me look and feel even a little bit pretty. And it's getting harder as I enter my late forties. Things are sagging and skin is shifting in ways I never knew possible!
And this month, the January of every year, is the WORST month to have the television on, because it's a constant plug for the beauty myth. I have been plagued with a distorted body image for more than two-thirds of my life. Januaries are the worst for me every year. Not because I indulge over the holidays. I really don't. But because of those darned commercials sending me constant messages which reinforce this putrid dust that penetrated my tiny little unprotected self esteem when it was wee.
When I do feel ever so slightly pretty and elegant, I just have to have a little silent celebration...
And this little wrap helped me feel just that. Damn the fact that I was missing the mark on corporate fashion, resulting in my own version of fashion faux-pas-crisy.
Cheers to all of us still uncomfortable in our own skins. May we forever shake away the judgement! (and go ahead - stamp for your foot when you say that!)