I’m a fairly confident lady. I have confidence in sunshine. I have confidence that my adult acne will keep me getting carded well into my late 20s. But I also have confidence that, with the right attitude, you can look any which way and still turn heads whenever you walk into any room. Even at my lowest of lows, I still walked with my head held high, chest out, and rocking the good posture my mother taught me that us tall girls tend to forget when they’re in a crowd of tiny princesses, at least out in public.
We all have our private moments, the times when we don’t feel 100% about ourselves. We can get down on our looks, and that’s never a good feeling. Those moments can seem way bigger than the confident ones. I remember the first time I spotted stretch marks on my stomach, and Ryan consoling me as I cried my eyes out, hating the mirror that revealed my flaws. I remember the time that my best friend told one of our mutual buddies that I had big eyebrows, not knowing I was within hearing distance. I still accidentally over-pluck with that memory in mind.
But I also remember the glorious moments that can always block out the bad ones. I remember the time a fellow called me a blonde paradigm (WHAT a compliment!!) I remember the way Ryan looked at me when I walked out wearing the dress I wore tomy cousin’s wedding. I remember prancing around at the shore, tan and beach blonde, without a care in the world. And now, as vain as it sounds, I have a new memory to add to the list.
That one time that I felt like a fitness GODDESS in my new pants.
I want to save this on my computer forever. Who’d ever think that I’d be my OWN fitspiration? Maybe it was just because it was a perfect Saturday morning, without a care in the world, and I was headed to BodyJam for a killer workout. Maybe it was the delicious pescatarian week I’d had. Probably, it was the new Lululemon “Astro Wunder Under Crops” that my mom picked up for me when we were in DC this weekend. But I just felt like a million bucks.
The workout class was fantastic, a solid BodyJam with lots of fun tracks and moves not unlike Jagger.
I decided to keep the party going in Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods… My haul was epic.
Walking out of Trader Joe’s with a box kind of makes me feel like a badass.
I kept my headphones on through all the stores, dancing my way through the aisles, and though my lunch was a basic egg-salad salad with spinach, eggs, carrots, green peppers, I predict my next few meals are going to bright, festive, and fishy. Just the way I like it.
Ok, I guess if I want to shower, I have to take these crops off… drats.
Chime in! Let’s get vain… What’s making you feel gorgeous today?
10 thoughts on “Vanity, Thy Name is Lulu(lemon)”
I felt amazing today because a Zumba tank I bought back on New Year’s Eve fit better today than it has.
Also I enjoyed a small piece of great chocolate instead of inhaling an entire bar like I’ve had a bad habit of doing.
That IS a great feeling, and a tasty dessert option. That’s why lately I’ve taken to getting the pricier chocolates at the store. Not only are they better quality but, because I can’t afford to regularly get them, I eat just a small piece to prolong the experience. A little taste of decadence is just fine for me.
BTW those pants look amazing on you! You should feel fantastic!
My 20 mile run and the sweatpants I put on after made me feel awesome. I love Avery Karma beer too. Cheers to that!
I got hit on by some undergrads when I went out the other night, that was unexpectedly pretty flattering.
Wooohoo! You still got it (as if anyone ever doubted it).
Love lululemon, these pants are soo pretty, they look amazing on you 🙂
Thank you, Sophie! You got me glowing with pride!
WOW WEE lookin’ fab! you rock.
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