Sep 20, 2015
My calves don’t fit into most of my current inventory of pants; they don’t fit into my work pants whatsoever. I went shopping today for new work pants; left with one pair, and that seems like a victory in itself.
I love seeing progress in my body. Size 3!!!!! I have been a size one since high school. Since moving to Portland, my pant size has consistently been a 3. This feels better.
I love shopping alone. Is that weird? It is just something I really enjoy doing for myself. With other people, it feels stressful and rushed. I like to linger and take my time and thumb over the fabrics. I am really drawn to soft fabrics. I lust over the shirts you love to take your bra off to. Not wearing a bra, with the right shirt, is heaven.