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.
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.
posted by LE at 9:54 AM
1 Comments:
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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