Cleaning Up...

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.