I used to think, why bother if I'm so fat? Now I think, I'm fat? So what. I still deserve to feel fabulous.
I don't make an effort everyday, there are days spent in loungewear with no makeup at home, and crazy busy days where I only just have time to brush my teeth. That's life with small kids. Bud I also cease opportunities to make myself feel fabulous. I take a bath, put on a face pack, paint my nails, blow dry my hair even if I'm going nowhere, put on perfume or lipgloss or big earrings. It makes me feel better. I don't wear clothes that are uncomfortable, or shoes, I wear clothes I feel comfortable in and which I can be physically active in. I honestly am not much aware of my clothes other than when I get dressed in the morning. I spend as much on pyjamas and loungewear as I do on 'proper' clothes.
I've discovered that I love my body better when I treat it better from the outside. I use eye cream, moisturise, hand cream, I look after my nails and use some hint of tan. It makes me. Not all the time, but when I get moment I do a little bit for myself.
I keep a pair of tweezers in the bathroom and every time I see a stray hair I pluck it. I keep a tub of Vaseline next to my toothbrush and always use some after I've brushed my teeth to prevent chapped lips. I keep hand cream next to the kitchen sink and use it when I finish the dishes. I don't ever spend much time on anything. I just do little and often and I feel so much better for bothering.
I was really depressed in the end by my lack of personal care. I am not trying to lose weight right now, but I am trying to look after myself better. I've given up dieting and am concentrating on my self care and self esteem. After all if I can love myself now, if I can be fabulous at the size I am, then losing the weight would just be a bonus