First of all, I would like to thank the lady on the plane that I sat by that had recently gained a healthier lifestyle and shed one hundred pounds. She let me know that they make seatbelt extenders and that it was okay to ask for them. She also was a living example of someone that has grasped and understands what I need to understand
Anyway, my husband and I flew home for a wedding. I didn't have anything to wear, so I go to my usual places to buy clothes and I find this beautiful pink/purple/silver/black dress (polka-dots on black). Lovely dress with a sheeny quality with cute little glass buttons on the torso of the dress. I am one of those people that don't try clothes on. In fact, I hate trying clothes on. I have had the luck of eyeing something on the clothing rack and mentally putting it on and it works and I am not a small girl.... In fact, I am a big ol' girl. Right now I weigh in at 326 and am about 5'10". I bought this dress and put it on. It was a great fit through the shoulders and everything else, but my breasts consumed the space given for that part of my body. They kept trying to escape from their home. I decided to try and pin the thing togehter, which worked for a moment, but I ended up having to wear a sweater over my beautiful dress. In preparation for the wedding, I had my hair blown out and straightened and bought the fake eyelashes and really wanted to look nice. I did some blending and really tried to get the makeup perfect. And then I saw the picture. When I was younger, a friend of mine told me that I looked like a pretty drag queen that he knew. Well, in that picture, I saw that drag queen he said I looked like. I saw someone huge in that picture as well. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don't see myself that big. When I saw that picture, the first thought that went through my mind was, "How could my husband be attracted to me when I am this big?" He was so tall and handsome in his suit and I looked like I was double his size. That is when it really hit me, it is not fair to him or myself for me to look like this. I could be more beautiful. I could be someone that impressed instead of someone that depressed themself. This is what I have to work on. This has to be a main inspiration for my goal, along with my health of course, but this is important. I didn't look like this when I started dating him so why on earth did I let myself get that way after the long -term kicked in. There is a lesson in that. Always be on your feet and ready to look fabulous.
Happy Blogging
*Lindsey*
Anyway, my husband and I flew home for a wedding. I didn't have anything to wear, so I go to my usual places to buy clothes and I find this beautiful pink/purple/silver/black dress (polka-dots on black). Lovely dress with a sheeny quality with cute little glass buttons on the torso of the dress. I am one of those people that don't try clothes on. In fact, I hate trying clothes on. I have had the luck of eyeing something on the clothing rack and mentally putting it on and it works and I am not a small girl.... In fact, I am a big ol' girl. Right now I weigh in at 326 and am about 5'10". I bought this dress and put it on. It was a great fit through the shoulders and everything else, but my breasts consumed the space given for that part of my body. They kept trying to escape from their home. I decided to try and pin the thing togehter, which worked for a moment, but I ended up having to wear a sweater over my beautiful dress. In preparation for the wedding, I had my hair blown out and straightened and bought the fake eyelashes and really wanted to look nice. I did some blending and really tried to get the makeup perfect. And then I saw the picture. When I was younger, a friend of mine told me that I looked like a pretty drag queen that he knew. Well, in that picture, I saw that drag queen he said I looked like. I saw someone huge in that picture as well. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don't see myself that big. When I saw that picture, the first thought that went through my mind was, "How could my husband be attracted to me when I am this big?" He was so tall and handsome in his suit and I looked like I was double his size. That is when it really hit me, it is not fair to him or myself for me to look like this. I could be more beautiful. I could be someone that impressed instead of someone that depressed themself. This is what I have to work on. This has to be a main inspiration for my goal, along with my health of course, but this is important. I didn't look like this when I started dating him so why on earth did I let myself get that way after the long -term kicked in. There is a lesson in that. Always be on your feet and ready to look fabulous.
Happy Blogging
*Lindsey*
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