something generally happens to make me feel better.
I’ve been a little depressed lately because I’ve gained back most of the weight I lost three years ago… (Tom loves me REGARDLESS, so I have nothing to worry about in that aspect.) But needless to say, getting dressed is no longer fun and it’s a pain to go out because I literally have like three casual non-work outfits that fit/look halfway decent.
So today we had to go out spur of the moment and nothing I liked was clean so I was not feeling comfortable and I was being Mrs. Crankypants… I had just made a comment about it when we walked by someone that made me feel beautiful, skinny, and completely comfortable: some nasty freak of a woman who had to weigh at least 400# and was wearing a spaghetti-strap silk tank top with no bra that was S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D to it’s utmost limit, along with some pants that looked about two sizes too small. 88| I wanted to ask her if I could shop with her the rest of the day so I could feel better about myself.
I walked out of the store with my head held high.
All that said, I know that “inner beauty” is better than “outer beauty” and my self-esteem shouldn’t be based on comparisons with other people. However, when I see someone in public who is dressed EXTREMELY inappropriately, I think “At least I have enough self-respect not to go out in public like that.”
Regardless, the “diet” is starting soon, I promise.