I am heeding the advice of the great Elizabeth Taylor:
Not literally of course, it is only 11am, Sunday morning. But figuratively anyway – you get what she’s saying! And she’s right, it is time I stop wallowing…
You see, as much as I hate to admit it, it is time I accept the fact that in my 42nd year of life my body is automatically changing. Do I fight it tooth and nail through diet and exercise?? of course!! But is it time I practice what I preach and accept that 8 months later, I may never again be my former self…reluctantly, yet admittedly, yes.
I can hold on to pants that are just a bit snug and convince myself they will fit again, or I can finally free myself of their taunt and simply buy new pants…screw it, right?! They are only causing me angst every morning…what is the point??
So in writing this down (fortunately I have a blog for just such a purpose ) I am moving forward. Does that mean I am accepting defeat? No way!! I will never accept defeat!! But am I accepting change?? Yes, I think it’s time…
If I have learned nothing from the years I have spent sculpting my body, I have learned that my body is forever changing and although the changes of late don’t thrill me, as I am constantly being told “I just don’t see it Sara”, I think it is time I simply roll with…
Because you know what?? I am not defined by the number on the scale and I am still my confident beautiful self…she just got a little lost in all those now ill-fitting clothes that have been hanging in her closet. And do you know what else?? there are such beautiful, perfectly fitting clothes to be had in all the stores, everywhere, who needs those evil reminders of the past?! Not me, not anymore.
So in examining a few of my recent picts (you’ve got to follow me on Twitter to see regular wardrobe postings – hint, hint!!) I’ve decided my cute little fabulously chic self is still front and center, she’s just a little curvier, lol!! (I know, I know…”you don’t see it, Sara…” – trust me, it’s there – I’m just learning to package it a little differently, is all…remember all that talk about illusion from way back when? )
So it’s a new day, it’s still the same me, it’s just the clothes-that-no-longer-fit that need to change.
Gotta love the skin you’re in peeps!! moving on… xoxo