Juu and Odi and I walked down to Starbucks today to celebrate my birthday (and get my free drink). I felt very Portland in this outfit.
Skirt: HissyFit -the uterus applique is actually a pocket. Very useful, although I have to remember not to wear it to the dog park with dog treats inside. It’s a little awkward to have someone’s dog start sniffing your uterus. XD
Socks: Sock Dreams (of course!)
Scarf: Kumo Textiles - go check out her shop! She makes such lovely scarves. And soft! And warm! And pretty!
I am 45 years old today. An interesting thing has happened, as I’ve been focusing on fat acceptance and body positivity so much lately. I’m learning that my fat body is not shameful, not something to hide, not something to cover up because “no one wants to look at that” (an actual thing I used to say to myself). And I’ve come to realize that I feel the same way about my age. I used to try to ignore my birthdays and ignore how old I was, and joke about being perpetually 29 (or 35, or 39). But I don’t feel like that now. I’m proud of how old I am. Being ashamed of my age is like being ashamed of the life I’ve led up to this point. My life may not be what I imagined it would be 20 or 30 years ago, but in some ways it’s so much more. I’m happy, I feel good, and I have good friends. And that’s enough for me.