Today I wore my new jeans for the first time. It's amazing how wearing clothes that actually *fit* make me feel so much better! I felt totally hot today, guys. It's not like I'd even done myself up - I had some bad, bad hair going on - but I wasn't drowing in saggy clothes that were too big.
One of the things I've got to work on is making myself feel attractive and pretty. I need to focus on the things I love about myself, and learn to work on the things I don't.
I used to feel like I didn't need to put in any effort. I was (am) a chubby girl, and in my mind, that meant I was invisible. No one cared if I did my hair in something other than a ponytail; makeup was wasted. After all, no one noticed me. No one was looking at me, anyway.
Whenever I start a diet, I'd always promise myself a solid makeover once I reached goal. I'd be hot. People wouldn't ignore me anymore.
Now, I'm starting to feel like I need to sass myself up for me. I'm looking at myself. I shouldn't wait until I've reached my goal to make myself over a bit. I'm worth it, right? We all are.
I'm a good-looking girl. I inherited good genes - I've got great skin, huge green eyes, hair that does pretty much whatever I want it to with some effort. I'm tall, and I've got long legs and a defined waist. I'm only going to get hotter, people. With a little more pride in my appearance and some actual effort...lock up your sons!
(uh, I mean that hypothetically, as I'm sure that none of you reading have sons in the 27-35 range, plus, I'm basically married in the eyes of the law anyway to a super duper guy.)