May 17, 2012 § 7 Comments
A few years back I decided I’d try a maxi dress. I found a great one at Forever 21 that cost next to nothing. It was stretchy and comfortable and cool (in both style and temperature), slim to the knee and finished with a two foot gathered hem, which spoke loudly to my inner Mother Earth.
But as happens when I take fashion risks, I got it home, tried it on, and lost my nerve. The rules for an apple-shaped girl with boobs and skinny legs screamed, “NO!”
Fitted is what works. Tent like is tough, so back it went (and fast).
With the resurgence of warm weather the maxi dressed mammas have re-appeared. They are at pre-school and the grocery store, walking down the street and playing in the park. I eye them with a mix of envy for their ability to pull of the fashion risk and hope that I might find one (one day) for my frame that would allow me to play in the game.
There’s a bunch that I like that I’ve seen and so I’ll dip my toe into maxi-million territory by posting some of my favorites.
Who knows, though? With all of the evolving that’s been going on lately, a maxi dress just might act as the finishing piece to not only round out the warm weathered wardrobe, but be the catalyst for a summer of self acceptance (I will like myself in this tent, I will like myself in this tent).
The more I think about it, the better it sounds.
May 9, 2012 § 5 Comments
I love Christina Hendricks.
I love her because I see myself in her.
The space from the throat to the hips? We could be twins.
When I saw this picture I was reminded of our similarities.
I think she’s beautiful.
It’s curious then that our similar proportions cause me strife and frustration when I see them imaged back in my own mirrors and photos.
It’s days like this when I wonder if my weight struggle, my calorie counting, my faith in pre-packaged foods are masking a bigger problem.
The problem is self-acceptance.
Maybe I need a little more om in order to get a grip?
Maybe a more peaceful less judgemental approach will make my day-to-day naked hop into the shower a little easier?
Maybe I should ask Christina where she buys her bras?
It’s worth a try.
Another day in the evolution of me.