In a little less than four weeks, our gorgeous daughter will be Wed. This is obviously a significant occasion on so many different levels, but mostly it’s a joyous celebration of Love and Unity. It is of course, also, an absolutely grade A excuse for a new outfit.
This is where it gets tough for me. As I have explained before, Tim really didn’t take a great deal of care of our body, in fact he neglected it badly in a number of areas. The end result is a body of, a size, and shape that is hard to dress in the styles that I really love. It causes me immense anguish on a daily basis and never more so than when I am trying really hard to look “Nice”
Transitioning isn’t like starting a new drawing on an Etch a Sketch, you don’t get a blank canvas. Just like the etch a sketch you may get turned upside down and shaken, but the image does not go away, and you have to work with what you have. I keep telling myself “I have to work what I have…” .So with this in mind, I booked a styling session with a local fashion store. I am determined to do everything I can to look “Nice”
My expectations about the styling process were not good. The outcome I anticipated was disappointment, frustration, and upset. My mood as I climbed into the the car this morning to travel to Bunbury, was tense, and very unhappy. I was visualising a miserable experience resulting in the devastating realisation that I simply cannot achieve my aspiration.
The experience wasn’t what I expected. After a few minutes in the store I began to relax, There was laughter, and warm friendly chatter as we worked through the vast rack of garments to try. Surprisingly I started to have fun. I was taking part in an activity that I had thought about doing for the last three years, but talked myself out of, each and every time I got close to booking. .The vast collection of potential outfits was narrowed down and various options were tried and retried, before I called it a day and staggered to the counter with arm fulls of clothes and accessories.
I am assured by the three amazing ladies that were helping (huge thanks Connie, Penny, and of course Jane) that I looked lovely. Lovely….Me, Lovely which I think is better than Nice. I’m not able to confirm their observations because mindful of the potential for a devastating return to Earth with a bump, I avoided looking in the mirrors completely. It seems that I cannot trust my opinion of me, so I’m going to try even harder ignore it.
The box is ticked, I have selection of outfits to see me through the whole weekend. I have no idea what they look like, but I’m assured they are lovely and since I was aiming for Nice, that has to be a result !!!!
Now to work out the shoes.
Thank You !
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