First things first, I will speak to my therapist about my latest freak out. On to yesterday, I bought some new clothes because of my weight gain. I needed comfortable clothes other than tank tops and leggings. I listened to a lot of the advice from here and tried to just look for things that make me comfortable. Things that reflect how I am right now. Things that I like.
I'm a mom. I'm a wife. I'm a dance teacher for adult women. I live in southern California. I have a belly. I'm in my 40s.
The seemingly oddest choice is I got some tennis dresses. Do I play tennis? No. Do I like how the dresses look on me? Yes. Did anyone ask or even imply that I should buy them? No. It's truly a choice I made for myself.
I got some more wear relevant athletic clothes. I got some blouses and mom jeans. Shorts with an elastic waist band.
I talked to my husband and he apologized for he phrased things to me. He said he never wanted me to try to look older. He said he was trying to explain that I've gotten more beautiful since I've gotten older. He said to just look how I want to look, as I'm beautiful in anything.
I'm going to try to stop others apparent or actual opinions influenced how I look. I'm in my 40s, I look like I'm my 40s, and that's okay. I don't need to look younger nor olderm My daughter and husband live how I look. Things are fine.