The other day I was going to run errands and Mems looked at me and said "I'll be glad when you start dressing like a girl again."
I looked down at myself. Baggy jeans, converse and a baggy t-shirt, hair in a messy bun and no make up. My typical uniform. I'm a no muss, no fuss girl.
But I didn't used to be. I used to leave the house fully put together, never without lip gloss and mascara, always in heels and a cute outfit. Then I got fat. I stopped taking the time to make myself look pretty, I just never realized I did it. It's a habit I've decided to break.
So last week I was waxed, bleached and shellacked in the name of beauty. I spent hours pampering myself instead of hitting the gym or laying around reading. It was refreshing. I carried myself differently, I took more care with my clothes (though still ended up in cute jeans and cute tshirts instead of a baggy mess).
I feel like a girl again. Yes, I'm still a girl who needs to lose weight, but it's nice to find my girlie side again.
I'm still shit at putting on make up... but I'll learn.