It takes a confident woman to share a raw and real photo taken first thing in the morning. But first thing in the morning with a puffy eye due to an allergic reaction to make-up and a sun-burned tomato face-- now that is radiant confidence.
You were allergic two years ago and you will be allergic two years from now. Don't make the mistake again.
It takes a confident woman to admit to the world that I'm more of a Walmart gal than a Target gal. I want to be Target. Who wants to be Walmart? Target is stylish and hip. Trendy and cute. But since by this point in life I cannot accurately be described as any of those four words, I am left to accept my fate. I am Walmart.
This evening I needed to go out and buy some clothes that fit. I am not complaining that I've lost enough weight to need to buy new clothes, but I DO NOT LIKE CLOTHING SHOPPING. Or grocery shopping, or toy shopping or electronics shopping, or online shopping. I do not like shopping, Sam I am.
Oh, wait I do like shopping for books. Barnes and Noble is probably the only store I actually like going to. But I digress.
I picked Bethany up from dance and told her we were going shopping. She was overjoyed. I needed her support. We headed to Target because, hey I've lost weight, I might look good in some stylish clothes.
I did find a pair of running capris, but that was it. I wouldn't even know how to wear most of the clothing I saw at target and I'm pretty sure I'd look like a total poser. Come on, Bethany, we're going to Walmart.
And as I hoped, there were plenty of "pieces" at Walmart that I will be very comfortable wearing. Sigh.
And one more thing in this riveting tell-all post. I saw an old friend from my high school days while I was at Walmart at 9:30 at night, with no make-up on, with itchy puffy eyes, and not having brushed my hair even once today. Yep, I have confidence.