I need a make over.
Not Want.
NEED.
I live in sweats and cotton T's.
I love feeling comfortable and cozy on a cold winter day.
And, they hide a multitude of sins. Meaning the dimply thighs, love handles and flabby arms.
In my mind's eye I have a muscular athletic build.
Then I walk by a mirror, or see a photo taken without my permission (something that is expressly forbidden) and I think,' Who the Hell is that?'
And always it's when I THOUGHT I was looking pretty good.
NOPE! apparently I thought WRONG!
Great!
BTW- that's me in the orange top... awful. I. Know.My sister once told me I always had such a great wardrobe, when I was thinner.
And she's right.
How do I know?
I still have those clothes hanging in my closet.
And they are exactly the way I see myself dressing.
(see the younger, thinner, hipper me in this pic?)
Except for this one little thing.
They're several sizes too small. And outdated. And most likley dry-rotted.
Bad hair, raggedy clothes, umpty-umm many pounds too many on the scale...
See?
I NEED a makeover, BAD!
Stacey. Clinton. Jenny Craig? Anybody?
HELP!
