WARNING: Blokes stop reading NOW. For girls only!
I always knew that being in the UK would present a body-image challenge to me. Every time I have come here I have always ended up feeling big and frumpy.
Even when I was dead skinny (just after I got married) I still felt large when shopping here. Maybe because I'm automatically a size larger in England. Maybe because I am self-conscious meeting all Mr G's friends and family and being under the microscope.
Yes, I have my insecurities about the way I look. But somehow at home in my comfort zone surrounded by my lovely friends and familiar places I feel OK about myself - on the curvy side of average. I haven't felt any great urgency to rush out and diet or exercise madly. My lazy ways have seemed perfectly fine until now.
Confession Time: (now, really blokes, if you didn't heed my warning to stop reading before, you'd better do it now!!)
... I hate underwire bras so I have still been wearing... my maternity bras *gasp*
... AND Mr G finally spoke up and complained about my unsexy old undies.
He said, Babe I love you, but really you need to go and buy some new undies. These are just sad.
I am simply too fond of comfort. My old stretchy undies and maternity bras are comfy. But it's time to move on *sniff*