Today I went shopping with my family. We live rural, so for us, this meant hopping in the car and driving for 2 hours to the nearest shopping centre with my husband, a 16-month-old, a 7-year-old, a teenager and two of her friends.
Now usually for me, clothes shopping consists of buying stuff for the kids, umming and ahing about clothes for myself and deciding I don’t need them, then buying more clothes for the kids.
You see, I have given birth to two children, and no matter what I do, no amount of exercise or dieting is going to undo what childbirth and surgery has done to my love handles. Pair that with the fact that I am still only 35, and therefore not yet ready to succumb to the sense of fashion that reflects this.
And herein lies my dilemma. So often I try things on thinking I’ll like them, only to discover they are made for people without flesh, or that they make me look like I’m trying too hard to be a kid again.
But not today. Today I went shopping with the family, and every single one of us came home with new clothes. I found pants that didn’t look the wrong shape, and I tried on old lady clothes – which, by the way didn’t make me look old! And now, I’m sitting in the passenger seat on the way home, feeling content. Content with a lovely day out with my family, and content with how I look and what I have to wear. It’s nice to be comfortable in your own skin.
Until next time xx
Jus
Mum, Wife, and a Blessed Life 