“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.”
― Anne Brontë
Yesterday, as I was riding my bicycle home after heading to the store a man yelled at me from his silver ute.
Words of insult about my body. That I was too fat for the bike. That I was nothing more than a set of derogatory words that stung at my very heart.
I hadn’t felt that way for some time. Being publically shamed in peak hour traffic, while I crossed the road on a main highway. Body shaming me for the body I have been working hard at, for all of this year. A body I am proud to now show, to love and to call my own.
Remember you should never be ashamed of your body. It is yours and yours to love.
If someone tells you otherwise, don’t you listen to them.
You are the owner and lover of your body. You rock the hell out of it, whatever size you are and whatever journey you are on right now.
–Edgar Allan Poe
I’ve recently been doing lots of thrifting over the weekends, and I like to keep my outfit comfortable and carefree.
I love flicking through the racks and finding amazing pieces. I’ve come across some beautiful 1950s cardigans and even a 70s Versace knit that I plan to admire (and sell later on eBay!) because I will never be a size 6.
Recently my look has been changing. Getting into the rockabilly look, I’ve been encorporating new pieces into my wardrobe, such as this gorgeous Torrid strapless dress that I actually bought on a Facebook buy/swap/sell page.
It just goes to show that you can always get a bargain if you take the time to look for one!