Never in a million years would I have gone out wearing a crop top. For someone of my build, with my tummy and of my age it’s just not the done thing……right??

Wrong.

I’m not really sure what came over me today but I found myself reaching for the cropped top that has hung in my wardrobe for over a year. As I put it on I stood and looked……and didn’t hate what I saw.

Now don’t get me wrong, today was probably just a one-off and tomorrow i’ll go back to the worrysome mess of every day, throwing my clothes about in disgust, refusing to look at myself in a full length mirror, but today wasn’t one like that. It was a nice feeling. 🥰

As i’d said in previous blogs, i’ve spent over half of my life hating the way I look, noticing all the negative things instead of the postive things and it’s exhausting

I don’t know if today was a fluke, whether this is the beginning of not giving a crap or whether it’s because i’m with someone who makes me feel amazing…..or maybe a combination of both.

I suppose i’m fed up seeing other people having the guts to wear stuff and having complete envy and admiration towards them. It’s my turn. It’s my turn to feel wanted, confident and happy and i’m embracing every moment.

If my stretch marks, bingo wings, crazy hair, and bare midrift offend anyone else, then that’s their problem. 🤷‍♀️

I hope every day is like today.

I hope the way I feel today lasts for the rest of my life.

So here is to lockdown 2020. Making the most of every crappy situation, eating, drinking, carbing out, finding my person and daring to bare my stomach. Life is too damned short. 🥰🥰

If you take anything away after reading this, I want it to be….to go for it. Eat what you want, wear what ever the hell you like and for Pete’s sake (whoever Pete is)…..just love it.

We never know if we have a tomorrow so I know for sure I want to have today with my tummy out, my hair wild and my VPL well and truly on show.

Much love xxx