(First and Second post here)
I used to feel guilty about leaving the house a hot mess. As a fat woman, I felt obligated to compensate for my failure of my body shape by making sure that I had adorable hair, shaved legs, a cohesive outfit, etc etc etc, y'know... to ease society's visual pain. Or at least so they couldn't look at me and say "Well SHE'S really let herself go." All you fat ladies afraid to wear sweatpants in public know what I'm talkin' about. Nod your heads with me. Mmmhmmmm.
Not today. I may not be wearing sweatpants, but I didn't touch a brush to my hair, makeup to my face, or a razor to my legs. I was probably pretty gross by someones standards. And the awesome part? I felt like a babe anyways.
I felt like SO much of a babe, that I danced my ass off before leaving the house to run errands. And took ridiculous pictures so you could enjoy it as well. You're welcome.
The above is my (icantbelieveijustpostedthisonline) "Unh, what?" dance move. Which, if you do it in a short skirt shows more than you'd like. Thank god for eep stars. And since we're talking about hair, can we just take a second to revel in the awesome of Katie's? I got to stare at this beauty all throughout lunch today. Makes a girl swoon.