Friday, June 11, 2010
Lipstick on a pig
That’s kind of a big deal for me.
One, I rarely buy any clothes brand-new, and two, IT’S A FREAKING DRESS.
My “fun” of my “fit and fun” Weekend Mandate will be Saturday night when we attend a wedding. My husband is the best man.
Since nothing in my closet really looks that good nor fits that well anymore, I broke down and bought this dress.
Shopping for it didn’t suck so much.
Oh, let me be clear. I still look like a cross-dressing linebacker who’s been in Great Aunt Netty’s closet.
But at least I’m a linebacker in a dress that’s a few sizes smaller than I would’ve needed a few months ago.
After the dress, things just kind of snowballed.
I bought heels. Yes, heels.
And then last night, I got a pedicure. And one of my twice-yearly haircuts.
And my eyebrows waxed. (I once again have two distinct eyebrows. Success!)
It’s sad how when I didn’t feel as good about myself, I didn’t think I deserved these kinds of things.
And besides, what’s the point of nice clothes or toes when you’re gigantic, right?
Just lipstick on a pig.
So, breaking down and doing these things for myself is actually all part of a very foreign healthier mindset.
They’re baby steps.
But baby steps with fabulous toes.