Probably about 90% of the time I feel pretty bad about myself. “Troll” is a popular word I like to throw around in my head when I’m having one of those gross days. That’s awful, isn’t it? How do we justify being so cruel to ourselves? I mean the minute I put on this dress on Saturday night, I didn’t want to leave the house in it anymore. I felt embarrassed I think, like who did I think I was trying to wear a dress like this. But even though I was totally goofing around when Gabe took this picture, trying to recreate THAT Angelina Jolie moment (although I see now how my leg placement is very off), looking at it now, I feel good about what I see here. I am a real person. I am not a celebrity or someone who is paid millions of dollars to work out all day and have all their meals perfectly planned and then who is airbrushed on top of that. Trying to get to that level is fighting a battle none of us will ever win. But looking real is ok. So is feeling good about yourself. As women I feel like our two options are usually putting ourselves down or coming off as arrogant when faced with a compliment from someone. F*** all that noise. As my fellow boss babe @ told me in all of her wise wisdom: OWN IT. So I am.
tl;dr: I got dressed up and went somewhere. 👍🏻