Sassy Pants

As one of my co-workers likes to say: I’ve got my sassy pants on today! I feel fantastic. While I’m not exactly a girly-girl, and I don’t have the shoe/clothes obsession that many girls my age do, I delight in knowing that I look good. 

I will state that I’m very aware of my flaws. I’ve always been chubby, but in the past several years I crossed the threshold into the “just plain fat” category. Seriously, even at my thinnest, I was still an extra-large when it came to tops. I’m also really tall, so at this point, though some XL tops may fit around me, nothing looks more unflattering than having the top end at the waistband of my pants. So I’ve resigned myself to the fact that any tops I buy must be both plus-sized and tunic length.

Lately I’ve been losing a surprising amount of weight. 20lbs total since Christmas. Granted I still have a long way to go, but I’m currently wearing a jean size that I haven’t seen since my undergrad days, so I am thrilled. This means that I’ve had to splurge a little on new clothes, since none of my work clothing fit me right anymore. Obviously if new clothing is bought, new makeup has to be gotten to go along with it, including lipstick and an eye shadow palette.  This morning I got dressed in an outfit eerily similar to an outfit I wore regularly through my senior year of high school and my first two years of college, all I have to do is trade out my gray dress pants for a tight pair of bootcut jeans. It’s taking me back to a time when I was happier, less stressed, and a bitch to be totally honest.

The effect this has had on my mood cannot be ignored. I look awesome, I feel awesome, and I’m ready to take on the world damn it! (which should help me through some tough conversations)