I'm sat here, curled up on the sofa, with an open box of chocolates beside me, staring at the blank screen of a blog post waiting to be written! I love this feeling!
If nothing comes to me, I close the window, read other blogs, read my own past posts, and make sure I don't force it.
This post today though, has been buzzing around my head for a number of days now.
We've been talking on twitter about acceptance, Health At Any Size, and our new hashtag - #psbloggers.
I've been trying to track my first steps of body acceptance, and those thoughts aren't quite ready for posts yet, but I wanted to share with you now, is my latest acceptance step:
I don't know when I started to worry about how my arms looked, and covering them up, but I do remember that this was perpetuated by my Mam, whenever trying something on, she would say: "you'll need to cover up your arms". This is just her projecting her own hang ups onto me. But that isn't the point.
The point is I listened. This photo was taken 4 years ago:
And I hated that picture. HATED IT. Because of my arms. Now though, I love how happy I am, how young I look.
So today, when wondering what to wear, given the changeable weather / temperamental air con in the office, I opted for this:
If anyone has a problem with them, it's their problem, not mine.
TIME OUT: Just wanted to show you the amazing print of this dress from Toni (we swapped some clothes in Leeds) and I loved this safari-esque print!
Not knowing the weather, I've added my Excite Clothing shrug in a 20-22, which I keep buying from eBay here
One other thing - the dress has POCKETS!!
I wish I had been able to bear my arms today, but I was going to. I promise!
I'm getting there, slowly.
Much love my lovelies,