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| Me and my dirty UGGs lol |
So, funny story about that shirt in the picture. You kinda can't tell from my pose, but it actually had small slits on the side at the hem, so my hips were exposed if I lifted my arms a little.
Not my usual choice for my wardrobe.
But yesterday I went shopping with my friend. Well, she was shopping and I was looking. She came across this shirt and told me I had to try it on. I did, and I figured it would be great to wear on my Miami trip in August.
She said "No, you can wear it now".
I brushed it off, because I just knew it wasn't true. I mean, I've lost 106 lbs, but I still have a long road ahead, right?
Wrong.
I ended up having to wear it because I was in a bind. I wasn't home, and all of my clothes that I packed were too hot for the BEAUTIFUL day outside. So I figured I'd wear it until I got home...but then I realized how good I did look in it. It took some getting used to having skin like that out, but by the end of the day I was more than comfortable in it.
Lately it's been a battle in my brain between the That Girl and Skinny Shay.
VS
Skinny Shay tells me to rock the shit out of this shirt. She says I've worked too damn hard to not show a little skin. Sure, theres some jiggle left, but it's not a fully cropped top. Only the sides are exposed, and as far as she's concern, those parts are ready now.
That Girl says that no matter what I do, that jiggle will always be there, so to look for a bigger size, then it might be better.
Skinny Shay says the bigger size will look like a friggin tent on me, and to stop getting clothes that will be baggy on me to hide my shape. She says that at this point, I don't have too much to hide.
....and so on and so forth.
My head is a warzone, and it takes others to tell me to snap out of it, that I'm no longer That Girl, but Skinny Shay all the way.
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