I used to feel pretty damn sexy most of the time. I liked how I looked, I feel I have a pretty decent sense of (not fashion per se) what looks good on me and I LOVE me some beautiful shoes. But, over the last couple of years, I lost it.
This should not be a shock or surprise, least of all to myself, and yet one day when I looked in the mirror I realized that all those little changes I had been blowing off as temporary had culminated into me looking different. I didn’t look like a me that I recognized, and I didn’t like it.
Since November of 2012, we’ve gone through a hit parade of bad news and bad luck. It’s no wonder that my reaction to that kind of stress has had a physical manifestation. My body has changed. My mindset has changed too. I think the last blow for me was when I was so gung ho to do the Find Your Fit challenge that my cousin designed and then my back went out forcing me to end it early. My frustration and even depression over that directly linked to those last ten pounds.
And I say no more.
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been making a conscious effort to be healthier. No, not to go on a diet, to be healthier. Diets fail. My health, however, is monumentally important to me. Especially in light of Shawn’s heart attacks. That shone a light on all our bad habits and I have decided that half ass-ing it is no longer enough.
That being said. Today was different. I woke up feeling more energized than usual. I was happy, in a great mood and ready to take on my day. Feeling pretty, feeling sexy or however you want to put it has to start with your state of mind. You simply cannot feel sexy, no matter how cute your shoes are, if you mind simply isn’t on board. Trust me, I’ve tried. But today something inside me had flipped that switch again. I knew I had to take advantage of it. I have a basic uniform when I’m home. Comfy jeans or yoga pants. Tank top. Ponytail in my hair. Most women are the same. If given the choice we will usually opt for comfort over glamour. I even have my go-to’s when it comes to work clothes. Black or grey pants, colourful work shirt and a cardigan. I love me some skirts but I hardly ever wear them any more. And, with my back problems, I am almost always to be found in flats.
But, today with that extra scoop of sass in my step, I went for a pencil skirt in tan and black, a sheer black blouse (with a tank under it) and some beautiful caramel heels I bought on sale for $9!!! I even took the time to put my hair up- pin up style, and put on some eyeliner and red lips.
Wearing heels again puts a swing in my step. Luckily for me I don’t have to walk too far in them so I know my back will likely be fine at the end of the day. Wearing a cute skirt makes me ultra aware of my hips and man, did I remember to swing them!
I’ve had a song in my heart today and a little extra va-va-va-voom in my step. And it all started with my mindset.