That has been my question all mornings of twenty-ten and I guess even on the first two weeks of twenty-eleven. Sounds a bit cruel but it was actually a sort of self-motivation. I know I've been gaining weight and it shows that I've been popping slowly like a balloon. But I never really take notice. I actually didn't care at all. If they said that "the best things in life are free" then, I say, "the next best thing should be good food." I've always been a food lover and I enjoy eating. Not necessarily a pig-out who devours every food on the table but man, it's just so comforting. So, every morning before I go to work and put on an outfit, I ask myself in front of the mirror: my, oh my! How do I brave this plumping figure? And I always have the same answer to myself: "It doesn't matter for as long as you are comfortable in your own skin, you still feel good about yourself and don't look like dumb, you're gonna be fine! I guess I put it through the whole time. And I would totally agree on Honey Andrade's post about loving yourself. I think it is the key to being sexy and lovable in the first place.
Mocha vest - Tomato
Pink tank top - bargain find
Black leggings - Quiapo
Pink Jelly shoes - Rusty Lopez
And although I bought a pair of rubber shoes last year, I haven't been working out just yet. I have started taking a very small amount of food during dinner for two weeks now and perhaps in the next two weeks, I will start off with morning jogs. I'm not hurrying myself. Just trying to put some pacing. Until I get used to it. Meantime, I'll enjoy this full figure as long as it's here. I'd like to think plumping gracefully is tantamount to being sexy.
This is my fashion. This is my statement.
Love,
BellaDonna
