Fancy’s Swimsuit Edition…..Wearing Whatever the Flip I want……..

I typed. Retyped. Started a new draft, with new thoughts. Went back to the old draft. I made sure I covered all the past things that got me here (mean high school girls, chocolate gravy for breakfast as a little girl, hysterectomy at a very young age).  And all that just took up too many words and seemed to STILL miss the one main point of this post, all together.

All I really need to say is this….I have fallen in in love with my body. And with that said, I have some killer swimsuits this season that need their moment.  So please allow me to introduce you to some great swimsuits for those of us with a little oomph and extra! 🙂  Of course, they come with a few paragraphs of life lesson, which I hope you won’t mind!  Frankly, I just do not care about how uncomfortable you are with how fantastic I feel about myself, nor do I care to suffer through an Arkansas summer more covered than necessary (I HATE THE HEAT)!

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It makes zero sense to be this in love with a body that needs so much improvement. But I truly love it. I actually don’t want it to look too much differently than it does now. I mean that. I have come a LONG WAY in ceasing to compare myself with other bodies.  It feels SO GOOD to look at a pic of another woman and think “she is so pretty” or “I love that outfit” versus the other horrible comparisons I would do, or even worse, trying to find someone that I thought looked bigger and worse than me so that I would feel better about what I currently looked like. I am so ashamed to admit that I did that.

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I want this body to be healthier. I don’t want gravity to take over. I need the fine lines and wrinkles to simmer down.  However, this poor body has carried me through some terrible times. It has had the worst neglect and too many “I’ll start tomorrow”, to count. It has been beaten and spit on. In it’s current state, literally every day that I wake up, it has to decide to fight against an illness I like to pretend I don’t have. Lately, walking at all is more of an accomplishment than I have shared with most of my people.

 

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It could’ve failed me long ago. It could’ve put out a completely different reflection, based on what I have put in it over time. But it hasn’t (thankfully!!). So, I owe it a bit more credit than I have given it in the past. PLUS, I decorate it pretty well on most days!

I know how much work it took, to only take way too long to get here.  The last thing I want is to contribute to any other little girl or woman watching me attack myself and thinking it’s ok.  I try to be especially careful of what I say about myself when I am in front of my nieces or friend’s kids (or on first dates, for the matter).  It’s VERY important to me that I do all that i can to influence them to value themselves, just the way they are. It is my passion that every girl feel good about and love herself.  I mean that with every fiber in this newly loved body!

So when I walked out of my room in my swimsuit and my nieces said “Oh Auntie Ricia, I love that suit.  You look so so pretty!!!”, and when they were the ones who pushed for me to “put it on your Instagram” …..I figured today was just as good as any to do the swimsuit showoff I have wanted to do for so long.  I want them to see me loving my body and being ok with whomever may see it.

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I had been waiting for the perfect situation (makeup, hair, tan, someone to help me snap the pics, perfect weather, not bloated….miracle major weight loss, bla bla and so on)…when all I really needed were a couple of 8 year olds saying “put your hand on your hip and smile bigger”.  I wanted to even hire someone with mad photoshop skills to do a little smoke and mirrors.  But, that would defeat the purpose of the lesson, right?  Hold please, I need to pause and take another deep breath.  I cannot believe I’m doing this.

 

 ANYWAY……the process was pretty hilarious and has made for an awesome memory for them.  We got caught in a storm while we were at the pool, doing the initial shoot.  We powered through and then made a mad dash back to my apartment, completely drenched (see “after pic directly below)! Even though most of those pics were ruined and we had to call reinforcements in for help, the littles learned a lot about dancing in the rain and finding the good in not ideal situations.  They went from being a bit scared of the storm, to getting back upstairs and saying “THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN, AUNTIE RICIA”!!!  Mission accomplished!!!

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I think it’s funny how this whole life thing is working out. I’m aware of the bad decisions that got me in this physical state and I long to be healthier. I had no idea how hard the mental road to reverse lifestyle and upbringing would be. I get SO FRUSTRATED that now my body just can’t cooperate that easily to just get healthier.  I am angry at an illness that provides hurdles and still struggle with the looks I get from people when I try to explain (you know that look of “if you would just lose some weight you would……be this or that).  But even in this state. I’m also the happiest I have ever been. I love how kind life is back to you , when you try to work alongside it versus fighting it or going your own road.

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The scale may not show it, but in many ways I have shed weight. The weight of toxic people (and more of that is in the works). The weight of trying to please others. The weight of saying yes all the time. The weight of worrying myself sick about what others might think or how they spin their side of a story (it’s really none of my business what people think or say of me). That alone has probably shed thousands of pounds 😛.  I am consciously trying to be kinder and speak love and encouragement to others.  I am declaring that I absolutely refuse, from this moment forward, to make one woman feel better, by tearing another down (i.e. Oh his new girlfriend is way uglier than you).

This week, my nieces showed me that they genuinely think I am beautiful. So I guess I should let myself believe it too. As a matter of fact, I have no intentions of hanging out with anyone who doesn’t see me the way they do, anymore! I hope when they are older, they come across this rambling and know what a cool day this turned out to be!

I’m promising myself that I will believe in this post.  I will not worry or let my mind wonder to a place where there are screenshots and memes made and conversations behind my back!  I will try my best not to worry about a few that I know would never say anything to my face, but will definitely not agree that I should be this comfortable being this fat, much less putting it all on the internet.  I’m not going to give in to worrying about how much better I would look if I actually had knees 🙂 (for the record, I never really have, even at my smallest).

I hope that if you’ve read this far and browsed the included pics, that you see joy and that you feel inspired to be just a little nicer to yourself when you sport your next swimsuit.  And lastly, I hope that if you came across this and use it to shame, belittle, or talk about “did you see what Alicia had the nerve to post of herself….that girl is too big to be wearing a two piece”…..that you have a few days of explosive diarrhea! :p

I will be forever thankful for three little girls who made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world (and a few friends who go out of their way to make me feel that way often!)!

The end (for now).

P.s.

I wore the two piece the rest of the day, while we played and enjoyed some sunshine. It felt so fire!! Look at this look! It screams comfortable and relaxed!!!

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Swimsuit Info/Links:

Red two piece

Black/White Wrap

Black w/ aztec-ish trim

Gingham top

Black and White Strapless and RWB Paisley: Walmart (two years ago, no longer available) – but here is a link to their great swimsuit options from this season 

Wearing the Things

America.  Here’s the deal.  I did NOT want to show you this outfit.  As much as I love sharing myself, especially my closet, some aspects are a real struggle to put out there.  The good days are good.  People seem to align to your way of thinking and the interwebs join in chorus of agreement that the look I chose for the day is “on fleek” (is that still a saying amongst you young ones?). The bad days, well, they’re not my favorite.  The days when people think because you are putting yourself out there and you are a blunt person, that they can take liberties in being blunt with you in telling you they don’t like your outfit, or if they were you, they wouldn’t wear this or that.

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One of my biggest “problem areas” physically is my legs.  I have written about them before (remember that guy that called them log legs? Read here if you want).  What’s bigger than my fear of criticism for wearing this style of shoe when I have such big ankles, is my stubbornness.  I am determined to overcome my own stigmas I have attached to myself and to come to a place where when I walk in a room, others can’t keep from catching some of the enthusiasm and fierceness I plan to exude! The stubborn came out in full force when I spotted these shoes on the shelf last year.  They fit, they’re red and they scream “wear me everywhere you can and own every step”!!!  Every voice in my head was saying “ugh, you can’t wear that type of shoe because of your ankle” but all I could concentrate on was that one tiny voice that would wait til it got quiet and then whisper “who. flipping. cares.  These shoes were made for you, dollface”
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Up until today, I have only worn them with jeans to mask at least a little of the legs and create the illusion that I “deserve” to wear them, just like someone with smaller legs.  Wow, that’s hard to type out loud.  It’s been in my head for a while…….I have literally had thoughts that I didn’t deserve to wear something because I’m not as little as they typical people who sport these looks.  And it’s as ridiculous for me to read my own typing of that, as it is for you to read it on your screen.
But……
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Slowly but surely……and thanks to a lot of inspirational chicks who have “paved the way”………I have gotten more and more brave to sport certain looks and it’s feeling better and better every time that I do!  Today is one of the bravest days of them all!  There was a time, a few years ago, that I would’ve walked into a room and had women stared like this morning, I would’ve immediately thought “oh no, they think I look hideous.  I knew I shouldn’t have worn this.  They are probably going to talk about how fat I am.”.  Today, when I stopped by the store and noticed stares, my head immediately went to “oh good, they see how cute this is too!  I bet they want to know where I got these shoes.  I wonder if they think I’m a famous person since I’m so snazzy this early in the morning”!  Do you know how much work that took but how INCREDIBLE it feels.  My mind simply feels lighter and more joyful.  It starts there and leads to me being kinder than normal, more enthusiastic and definitely more energetic.
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I ramble all of that to say this:

I took the VERY LONG way around in all that “find yourself”, “love yourself”, “be comfortable in your own skin” mess that we all are supposed to arrive at.  I took the long way and choose to tell you about it in hopes that if you’re on your way, you get there a little quicker than I did.

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I can’t describe the feeling, but it’s simply awesome when you arrive there.  I physically feel different…..peaceful…..unstoppable…..almost too selfish in the aspect of not caring a single bit what is going on around me.  I wish I could say that I feel this way consistently, but unfortunately, I don’t. Further truth be told, not long ago, I let a really big jerk affect the way I feel and make me question myself.  THAT makes me furious, but that’s also for another blog 🙂 and I’m just too happy right now to write about a hot fireman who turned out to be your stereotypical douchelord.
That deserves a bit of a music break 🙂 This song is perfect for this blog and a little light dancing 🙂 Go ahead – do it!
I cling to the good days.  I document them and use them to remind me not to let the bad days win.  I have no secret weapons or magic potion to this whole living in my own skin thing.
  • I just try to be nice to me.
  • I try not to apologize for it.
  • I own myself and my attitude daily (even if it’s bad or misunderstood and misperceived).
  • I wear the things
  • I celebrate the wins and steps forward
  • I force myself to learn from the steps backwards and not to camp out there very long
Wear the things that make you feel amazing and wear them unapologetically, dang it!!!!!!  I PROMISE you that it will be a small start to a huge ripple effect.  I mean that with all my heart.
If you know nothing else about me, know that there are few who can deny that I am genuine and overly passionate in what I believe.  I believe that every single person should love every single thing about them and NOBODY has the right to impose anything but love and kindness upon them.  If putting my “log legs” out there and rambling about what goes on in my crazy head helps one person to believe that even a fraction more than they did before they started this blog, I win…..and the jerks lose 🙂
The End.
If this got you as fired up  as it did me when I typed it 🙂  Read some other good ones where I “was woman hear me roar”….aka, I wore the things!

Fancy Pants and French Don’t Mix…

Biggest accomplishment today? Hailing a cab in the pouring down rain in Barcelona. Pretty much a city girl now! 🙂

I love that no two cab rides here have taken the same route! Its afforded us to see other parts of the city , albeit speedy!
It was a national holiday here so the town was actually quite “dead” so to speak. Shops were closed. The streets weren’t busy.


And then it started raining. And. It. Has. Not. Stopped.


Not to worry, we still enjoyed the city. I am amazed at Gaudi’s work here! I will let a preview of the pics do the talking (even though they don’t do it justice) until I get my “real camera” pics loaded. Speaking of, it has been so weird to use an actual camera. And the stress of not being able to upload pics immediately …oy vey are we spoiled!!!



Gonna be honest. Wasn’t sure what to expect for the evening….we had mixed plans…

And then we went to Shoko, at the recommendation of our hotel staff. It was great cuisine (as you can see)….and at midnight, it turns into a dance club. Nothing says burn off the calories we just fed you, like taking away your table and turning it into a dance floor. They also offer at table massages. What an indulgence!!!!


We sat by some French guys who were friendly enough to have some convo and drinks. They even invited us over to the “other side” once the club started. One of them, Alex, could possibly be the funniest guy I have met in a while!! We laughed. We danced. We barely understood each other. We told them it was my birthday. There were language barriers. They thought we were from Texas (because foreign people know Texas way more than Arkansas apparently).
Biggest regret of this trip is not having the video of them singing.


Fast forward to getting invited to hang with them in the VIP Section. All fun and games til you sit there like the fat girl at the prom. It was almost the worst….I literally sat there alone, watching everyone have a grand ol time and be hit on. Then I met the two nicest girls from England. They were gorgeous, down to Earth and just kind, which couldn’t have come at a better time (I wish I had pics of them instead of so many of the jerks)!!! As you can see in this pic, I am not hideous……..so why would I let 3 French guys make me feel that way (the 4th guy didn’t, he was the funny one, the one second from the right).

 

Here is the thing, ladies (and men who might relate as well)…..even in a foreign country, a million miles away from home, when people are being completely shallow jerks…you HAVE to love yourself. You HAVE to stop negative thinking dead in it’s tracks. You cannot sit and cry while the world is literally dancing around you. Literally. The city of Barcelona cannot be having the time of it’s life while you’re having a pity party on the VIP couch. Unacceptable. You have to accept that some people are assholes and you have to dance anyway. You have to be thankful that you are experiencing a once in a lifetime opportunity that many other will never have. And sometimes, it’s just time to grab a cab back to your hotel and know that you are just fine.


Sleep tight, America! Tomorrow, we take on Madrid!!!!! Can’t wait to get back there and spend my last few days here with the best family!!!!

Tulle-Tide Carols

Tis the season…..for plaid, pearls, sparkly heels, AND A TULLE SKIRT that is to die for!


Before I put this outfit together for my Christmas card, I looked everywhere for cares to give about how I might be perceived as an adult, plus sized lady in a tulle skirt. I looked high and low and everywhere in between. But no cares were to be found! So, on a random whim, we put on our fancies and ran out to grab some snapshots that are sure to bring our Christmas card to life!


I grew up in a world where you could only wear cute things or be considered “cute” if you were one of the rich girls in town, who also just happened to be between sizes 0 and 4. I longed to wear the outfits they were wearing, but knew I could never pull it off.


Fast forward to lots of years and many life lessons later, and you end up strutting around a museum in loud shoes and a skirt that your friends will probably have to pry off your cold, dead waist before you take it off!


I don’t know when the exact moment happened where women started being louder than ever about real beauty and about wearing what you want without apology. But, I’m sure glad we have finally made it there!


I challenge any woman to put a tulle skirt on, no matter your age and tell me that you don’t catch yourself walking a little peppier and even twirling around when nobody is looking (or when they are looking – who cares?!).  To be honest, I felt so good! I loved this look and my makeup so much, that I wish I would’ve had a party to go to after!


I am in love with the looks I am seeing of t-shirts with the skirts, so I couldn’t resist grabbing a snap or two of that for myself.


Since I probably won’t be able to justify a tulle look for work most days, I also paired this up with a more plain black skirt and heels that make me feel equally as sassy!

What is your holiday look?

Dungeons and Douchebags: I’ve Never Dated a Curvy Girl

First, let me just tell you how incredible I feel today!  I have been waiting for just the right time to pull out this amazing dress, that fits like a glove if I do say so myself, and today was it!  I was lucky enough to score this dress for FREE and to say that I feel pretty fantastic in it, would be the understatement of the year. Can we just take a minute to admire the awesome details all over this dress before we jump into douchbaggery? 🙂 I will just hang out here while you check it out (isn’t the embroidery so very awesome??).
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Since I am feeling so incredible, and strong, I feel like today is just as good as any to address some dating tips for the men folk.
Recently, I was talking to a guy that I had hoped would lead up to a meeting and great convo over coffee.  He was an older gentleman and according to his pictures, quite handsome.  He looked a little worn to be honest, but I didn’t mind…….my hope was that it meant he was a rugged individual who would be able to climb a tower to rescue me if necessary (ok, that is a stretch, but I’m feeling animated today).
We had talked before but it fizzled out (which should’ve been my first clue).  This time, he decides to say “Can I be brutally honest?”.  I always brace myself when I get a text like that.  You just never know where it’s headed from there.
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After our conversation, and his surprise that I wasn’t completely offended, he has not contacted me again.  We text a few times, only because I initiated the conversation.  This is the part where I realize early enough that he is “just not that into me” and move along.  And I will.  Because I am strong enough to…….especially in this dress today!
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When you explain to a woman that you can’t date her because of her size, what you are really saying is:

  1. I hold myself in such a regard, that I think I am extremely handsome and therefore in a higher regard than you as a fat person. There is a 99.999% chance that you would not qualify for People’s hottest men. This thinking (whether you realize you are doing it or not) makes you a jackass.

  2. Not that number 1 wasn’t enough to just stop, let’s discuss a few more. You are saying that you have no ability to invest time. Cause you might discover that the fat girl is working on herself everyday. Not necessarily to be a skinny minny…but to be a better, healthier version of herself. If she is as strong, ambitious and kickbutt as I happen to be, then she is also probably working towards conquering the world and realizes she needs to be the best version of her to do so.  Because she is most likely self aware enough that she needs to be her best…..what your statement says is that you are not willing to invest time and be a part of that improvement.

  3. You are clearly not self aware. Cause unless you are walking around with zero body fat, the title of Mr. Olympia, and the servant heart of Mother Teresa, you need self improvement too. The difference is, that girl was probably willing to invest the time in you and would’ve probably loved you despite you not carrying the Mr. Olympia title.

  4. You are insecure. You need a “pretty” person to validate yourself. And you probably couldn’t have handled this girl anyway. That might seem a bit dramatic, but I promise you that deep down (maybe deeper for some than others) that plays a part. Maybe you are worried what your friends would think…..again…insecurity.

Do I care that you don’t want to date a bigger girl?  Really, I don’t.  Not even a little bit.  And I have no desire to launch a war against all men who don’t want to date big girls.  What I DO want to do is make you aware that we don’t care and that while you probably think we are crying in a corner over your decision, we are really thinking the above.
Do us a favor and don’t even engage. We aren’t here to make you feel better or like you are saving us. And we are probably too fabulous on our own journey to derail it for you. We won’t morph into the naughty body you are looking for overnight. And there is a huge chance that we don’t want to.
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For those of you just joining us, I have been shopping in my closet in an effort not to save money.  So, we couple that with other randomness to bring you these blogs 🙂  Check out my Shopping In My Closet Project here!  Take a look around!

The One That Got Away’s Brother

Remember my great love the pink fur vest that got away? (if not, take a quick read here if you want)
Well, meet his brother.  Ok, that’s just a little weird.  But ever since that vest, it seems everywhere I go there is a fur vest staring me in the face.  If it’s not a fur vest, it’s those dang polka dots we talked about.
So, I caved.  I had enough on my gift card to cover all but $10 of this vest and to be honest, since it’s just been a bad couple of weeks, I chose to spend the money on this vest instead of drowning my sorrows and money into food.
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I was hesitant to wear it but I can’t describe to you how I feel when I put it on.  I feel sassy.  I feel a little powerful, in a barbaric, cave woman kinda way.  It doesn’t matter if you love me in it or hate me in it. I have actually brought a few pieces into my closet that I wouldn’t typically be brave enough to sport out in public.  I’m even opening myself up for more criticism by putting my hair in a ponytail.  What?  A fat girl, adding a furry vest to her body AND putting her hair up?  Then, she has the balls to tell the whole internet that she doesn’t care what they think? I won’t even argue that it’s not my most flattering piece of clothing.
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What I will argue, is my peace of mind.  And you should argue yours too!  I love this look.  I really do.  And I love the peace of mind I have when I declare (and genuinely mean it) that you can’t change my mind or convince me that I shouldn’t wear it.
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I don’t even have all the words to describe the most interesting work being done in me yet!  I am the most at peace I have EVER been.  I am excited because I know without a doubt something so big is coming.  I just have to stay the course and do the work.  Part of that work is minimalizing anything that holds that work up or isn’t moving me forward.  And the number one offender of all of that mess is self-doubt and self-hate, which is usually based on someone else’s opinion of me.  Nothing will interrupt my peace of mind faster than negative thoughts towards myself.  When your own body is physically attacking itself with illness, it’s easy to let the mind attack as well.
I love what Valerie Burton posted recently.  I plan to practice these daily since life seems to be trying like mad to knock me down (in the areas of physical health, love and such).  So repeat these after me, throw your hair in a ponytail (it’s actually my fav pic in this post) and sport a big furry vest, all while telling haters to take a hike! 🙂
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You and Your New Girlfriend Can Suck It!

Today, I am unstoppable.  It’s a dangerous place to be for someone with my drive and personality.  When you wake up feeling this good and confident, you can take over the world.  And usually, you do, for that day.  The dangerous part comes in when you have so much confidence and excitement for the day that your cares and give a crap meter breaks.  You are more likely to take on that tough situation with a little more gumption than normal.
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That’s where I am at today.  My name is Alicia, and I am unstoppable.  I have an amazing outfit (which we will touch on in a bit), good hair, sparkly bracelets, and I feel great (which is few and far between these days with this new illness bullcrap).  And all of that makes me dangerous.
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MAYBE, just maybe, typing this out loud will keep me from going “all out” today.  We can hope.  But I have an overwhelming urge to address a lingering topic in my life and doing it in this fabulous outfit just seems right.
We all know I love furiously.  That’s the problem with my personality.  When I go, I go hard.  I’m in 410% and sometimes it’s more than disappointing when I don’t feel like the person on the other side is in the same amount.  We’ve talked before in previous blogs about my need to keep my heart in check.  I can’t keep giving it away or I’m not going to have any left for the actual right person that comes along.
Lately, I seem to be the one left standing alone while past suitors latch on to great new relationships.  The typical stuff seems to happen.  They don’t want me or commitment, but then they all of the sudden find THAT woman that makes them do everything they said they would never do and ride off into eternal bliss sunset.  OF COURSE I am not delusional enough to think that it really is that perfect.  But, let’s be honest, when you’re hurt, it sure seems like it.
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BUT TODAY.  TODAY, in all that is fabulous within me.  With all the truth that I know about me and the over abundance of feel good, I address this in my life.  TODAY is the day that worrying about or comparing myself to the new girl (or any other girl) stops.
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I’m sorry I wasn’t for you.  Maybe I was too strong.  Maybe I was too clingy.  Maybe I was too much in general for a host of reasons.  Maybe you knew that you couldn’t keep up with me or be the top notch man I deserved.  Maybe you didn’t like my size.  WHATEVER the reason, that’s on you.  And it’s ok.  Because you not wanting me doesn’t make me less awesome.  TODAY is the day that I say that out loud and give zero cares.
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Today, you and your new girlfriend can suck it.  I will just be over here looking amazing in my great outfit and working on being a better me.  Working towards the best me, actually.
*Disclaimer:  for all the Nosey Roseys out there – this is not directed at one particular man.  There are plenty of exes in my life lately that have gotten way too much of my energy and comparing.  To the exes – don’t get butt hurt.  You’re the ones who didn’t want me, so don’t sit there and pout that I’m writing about it.  🙂 
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Stopped typing for a sec to see if maybe I had developed a remorse for tying the above and being too blunt…..nope… :p
NOW – about this outfit!  I caved and tried Gwynnie Bee.  It’s a clothes subscription much like Stitch Fix, but for plus sized women.  Honestly, they drove me nuts on email and I was about to unsubscribe until they offered me a free month.  Of course, they send me this greatness in an effort to pull me in further……and it’s almost working.
  • The jacket is sheer.  The tag even says “M”, as in medium, which I appreciate (even though I accept that I’m not)
  • The skirt, well, it’s just heaven.  It fits like a glove.  It’s comfortable.  And I NEVER thought I would love a slit in my skirt, BUT I DO.
  • I added my own jewelry, cami and heels and VOILA, you see the awesome result.
  • Bonus:  my nails just happen to be glittery too!
I repeat, I am unstoppable.  🙂

Hiding in my closet

What do you do when it’s officially fall but not officially the cool fall weather you need to break out the heavy stuff? You wear this amazing dress…..

This gem has been hiding in my closet too long! Actually, if I am being honest, I want to hide in my closet today too! Since I am an adult who has silly responsibilities such as bills and a faux child, hiding is not an option for me today. (Wah wah wah…..)  
What do you do when you are tired, overwhelmed, dealing with a disease that is currently kicking your butt and just don’t feel good? You put this amazing dress on. You also:

  • Take a deep breath
  • Tell yourself that you are allowed to not be perfect
  • Give yourself permission to retreat
  • Be as kind as possible with society and just be as quiet as you can
  • Rest
  • Be honest with those around you – not mean – just honest. It’s ok to say “I’m not ok today”
  • Tap into those encouragers and supporters around you
  • Push through the day with the promise of a long, hot bath when you get home

Here’s to a great Tuesday with a great dress that fools me into feeling fabulous!!

P.S. I love the hint of yellow in this dress and the fab glasses! 

  

The Only Time Floppy is a Good Thing….

Is when it is in reference to a floppy hat or floppy disk. 

IMG_4999I wasn’t aware I even had a love for either until my exchange student demanded that this hat come home with us a while back (isn’t it a fantastic hat…..and I’m completely swooning over the layers of necklaces).  The other floppy love isn’t as much about the floppy disk as it is the times when they were popular.  Ok, maybe they were never popular.  We just didn’t have any other choices.  But, the times that the floppy disk lived in, well, they just seemed simpler.  I think we all go through spurts of longing for simpler, don’t we?  I actually associate floppy disks with my dad.  He was a computer teacher at the time and we had what seemed like a gazillion of them laying around.  See, I’m already going back to simpler memories.  My dad seemed to make everything simple.  

Life is busy.  We are moving so fast towards whatever, that we lack the ability to be simple.  Sometimes that leads to a state of just “blah”……know what I’m sayin?  I am a prime example of this in so many ways that I have lost count.  When I get to going too fast, if I’m being cheesy, life just gets a bit floppy.  The difference in me now is, that I try to be very aware.  I try to slow down every once and a while and examine where I am allowing too much floppy and work towards improvement. I quit beating myself up a long time ago for getting to a state of floppy.  Forgiving yourself is important.  I just try to note it, stop it at the first acknowledgement, and move forward.  What do you do?

Here are where floppy isn’t good for me……Can anyone relate?  

  1.  Floppy Friends – It’s taken me a really long time to be ok with not feeling obligated to keep friends around that aren’t good for me.  Nobody has to be a jerk about it but I simply cannot allow friendships that are a flop to continue.
  2. Floppy Boys – I have no idea when it happened or what switch was flipped, but it has been really cool to try the approach of actually being direct and intentional about my dating life.  Sure, it has cut a lot of guys out of the mix, but that’s more than ok.  I cannot allow myself to give parts of my heart away to someone who gives me floppy effort (or no effort at all).  I was SO SCARED to take this new approach for myself, but so far, I am pretty pleased with how it’s going. 
  3. Floppy Habits – they gotta stop.  They just do.  It is more important than ever, with my recent diagnosis, that I make good choices.  If it doesn’t work for the good of my health, or the good of my life goals, it absolutely cannot become a habit in my life.  I accept this as a constant work in progress for me! I know that if there is one crack in my life, floppy will creep in and take over before I turn around.  Obviously, I am not 100% every day, but having a good army to stand guard helps!

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I’m thinking I need to track down a few old floppy disks and keep them handy as a reminder that I can’t let anything but my cool hat get too floppy! 

Let’s have a great week.  Want to?

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