I told Joe Saturday that I am no longer going to wear any article of clothing that doesn’t make me look or feel fabulous. Of course, he thinks I look fabulous in some things that I think are just plain ugly.
See, when I was gaining weight, what I mostly wanted of clothes was something that covered me up. If it was cute on top of that, bonus, but if it didn’t cling to every roll of fat I would pretty much wear it.
Now that I’m losing weight, while I do still want things that cover me up and don’t cling to every roll of fat, I don’t want it to be just a cover up. I want to look good. Or feel good.
For the record, I look fabulous today, but I can’t repeat this specific outfit because the shirt is so much too big it keeps either sliding down and showing my tatas or sliding off my shoulders and showing my religion. And I wore the perfect necklace today, and kept waiting for someone to say something. Finally the receptionist at the doctor’s office complimented me on it.
I’m so easy to please.