Today I went to a barbeque wearing this outfit, bare legs and all. Yes I'm well aware of today's grim weather but I just can't take winter dressing anymore, I'm militantly dressing like it's spring. Which it is! Other than that I don't have a great deal of waffle about this outfit, I love everything yada yada, so here's something which has been playing on my mind recently:
Tomorrow marks two weeks since I stopped eating junk food. And, man, do I ever love junk food. Margarita pizza dripping with salty mozzarella is my favourite and I could sit and eat chocolate forever. Whilst it is hurting my soul, this change in diet is of course good for my body, skin, health, life expectancy.. but sadly the catalyst was that I've now booked my summer holiday. I'm a big believer that you should work with what you've got, and your clothes should fit you, not vice versa - so why do I feel the need to get healthy (and whenever a girl is saying get healthy she usually means lose weight) now I am close to exposing my near-naked body on a beach, in front of people I don't even know?
I'm so torn on this issue. Half of my brain tells me I am amazingly lucky to have a body that is strong, functions properly and does all the things I want it to do, but the other half is insisting that I really need to lose a couple (say.. seven. Or ten) pounds before hitting the beach.
And then I remember there are starving kids in Africa and girls being raped in India, and that teenagers in North Korea are so oppressed that they're not even allowed to wear jeans, and realise how absurd and banal this all is and wonder why I even waste brain power thinking about it.
AND THEN I REMEMBER I HAVE A FASHION BLOG and take photos of myself posing in various outfits. Urgh life, you so weird. Can we all just have a good standard of living and fair treatment please and be happy with what we've got.