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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

I confess

that last night, I struggled into a black strapless top, then when I saw how awful I looked, got stuck on the way out. I took a moment to properly appreciate my history with the top (as my formerly svelte self) then I took industrial scissors to it so I could escape. Good-bye, cute black strapless.

And I spent the rest of the evening tugging down another short top. I don't mind my back tattoo showing--I like it--but it occurs to me (finally! Thank god I've seen the light!) that belly-baring tops only make me look even shorter in the torso, and that's absolutely not what I need to accentuate. Also, I've developing a bit of a gut, and I feel way past my prime in revealing clothing like that. Does that mean I'm old? Or just wise?

I wish I had appreciated my youthful physique when I had it, instead of taking for granted I always would have it.


Blogger Lesley said...

Yeah, why is it that when we had the physique to wear sexy clothes, the style was big grungy flannel shirts? Everything was oversized then. Now I also have those conversations with myself about what I'm too old to wear...and then I usually wear it anyway. :)

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