I wrote a post last time I visited the UK, that I just have to share with you all. As you read this I am somewhere on the other side of the world, probably asleep, maybe dreaming of all the adventures ahead of me tomorrow and the next day, in Ireland, Scotland, Newcastle and the Midlands. Or maybe I am tossing and turning in a cold sweat, as I contemplate that most traumatic of events... CLOTHES SHOPPING IN THE UK FOR A GIRL WHO'S CURVY....
From My Original Post:
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.