Now, I still don't love my legs, but a personal goal I set for myself when I 5 months ago left for London was to start wearing jeans and trousers and be happy about it. It took me quite a while to get used to it and, oh gosh, there were more than a couple of days where I would put on a pair of jeans and then after several minutes of starring in the mirror chicken out and put on a dress instead. Imagine how limited I've been when it comes to dressing myself!
Why I feel like writing all this down is because today I've had such a splendid day doing nothing but a little house work, respond to my emails, read my book, watch telly and take pictures of my food. A very relaxing day and at some point I stood in my bedroom, caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized; I put on jeans today. On a day where I could actually just have worn my pj's all day! Now that's some serious progress. 19 years of fear of wearing jeans cured in no less than 5 months.
My secret method of dealing with my fear? Determination and happy thoughts.
I also realized that Smuth and I were matching. How cute is he in that little sweater? ;)
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