I've been enjoying wearing a rather butch style of late, my awesome collection of Brutus shirts have been helping me! I added disco pants and Crocs shoes and I was ready to go!
I definitely own many more glasses than most average people but I wear them all day every day, so I never understand how people just wear one pair repeatedly. I mean, ask someone how many pairs of shoes they own, yet they stick to one frame, one their face, for years.
The majority of my frames are vintage, but I do mix it up with some new ones when the opportunity arises. Firmoo offered to send me some glasses to review, and I went for this retro-inspired half frames. I've actually been wanting some in this style for a while, so I was excited to get them!
The glasses are exactly what I'd expect at their price point, really good value for money. I've been wearing them a lot, since receiving them last week, and the only time they feel a little flimsy is when I clean the lenses. However this is usually the case with half frames, as they have less to be secure to.
Its Sunday morning so a slightly easier workout, but still great for core strength. No equipment needed, so your only excuses will come from yourself.
I haven't worn this dress for ages, but after being invited to meet some new people I'd like to make a decent impression on, and after feeling a bit too chunky for my first choices out of the wardrobe , it seemed a good solution. Its a stretch material, and the swing skirt is forgiving in a way that a pencil skirt just never is.
The sad conversation that this dress sparked was that I tend to wear bolder dresses like this (more pin-up/alternative) when I'm walking down the street with a man, as you get less attention than walking solo. As a woman walking alone, regardless of your outfit choice, you experience cat-calling,. Being hollared at regularly is miserable, intimidating and an act of aggression. It impacts what I wear, subtly. I notice that when I know I'll be walking with a man, I allow myself to stand out a little more, to be more unapologetic with my sexiness. Which is bullshit by the way. But it is what it is.
This morning was a 10 minute core workout, and my thighs felt the burn as I did spin last night. Ouchy!
I had been given 3 trial sessions to Boom Cycle, and I reviewed my first session trying spin and after my 3rd last night I thought I'd reflect on sticking with something passed your first try!
The first session first awkward and hard. I had to really concentrate on instructions, and didn't know what to expect next. My bum felt really bruised and sore from the bike seat, and I found it hard to imagine how people enjoyed these types of workouts.
After session 3, I didn't have to watch the instructor (I understood the commands) and the seat didn't hurt. I could relax into it, as I knew what to roughly expect each time.
It just reminded me that we can't judge experiences always on our first attempt, and I can see why BoomCycle gave 3 sessions to try, rather than just one.
Personally, spin isn't my workout of choice, but I enjoyed it, and it was ace to try something new. I'm itching to get back to strength training, and yesterday looked around some new gyms.
I'm currently not super happy with my body shape, but I don't hate it, and I know I'm responsible for its shape as well as how I feel about it. I'm also aware that as someone who wears generally a size 10 (sometimes an 8, sometimes a 12 for my boobs) now, there are people who would easily describe me as having a slim figure.
Even writing that sentence was hard for me. I itched to type "slimmer" rather than the definitive slim.
I'm much more comfortable describing my body as "average" or "curvy" or "medium" (despite now owning many items of clothing labelled as small). Perhaps even as "Just a little smaller than I used to be". But I know I don't use those words when describing other women who are similar sizes to me.
I've realised I suffer from a sort of imposter syndrome, where I'm scared of getting caught out. That I'll say I'm slim, and everyone will be laughing their heads, "Who does she think she is?1". Which is ridiculous on so many levels, but doesn't mean it isn't how I feel.
I'm not body dysmorphic and don't think I'm huge, or fat, or massive. But I still find it hard to really label my own body honestly. Perhaps it doesn't even need a label, the only time I seemed to be asked to describe it was when online dating, in the body type box - slim, athletic, average, cuddly, large etc. For me, slim means a size 6-8, but then what label fits me, when the media now like to say average is a 16?
The weight that words can carry can feel huge, and it reminds me of that Dove advert, where women had to choose either the Average door or Beautiful door. They liked to say it was because women didn't feel beautiful, but I think it's often more to do with an embarrassment of saying we feel pretty, in case people think otherwise. We don't want to get caught out.
I recently wrote about often wearing a piece of clothing for one last time before donating it away, and this was another possible contender. It's a dress my mother made me a few years ago, and I just don't tend to wear it. I'm not so into the cutesy red and white polka dots at the moment, so I thought I'd wear it once again and see how I felt in it.
I've actually decided to keep it a while longer, i enjoyed wearing it, and may start bringing it out of the wardrobe more often.