Yesterday I checked off a big thing off my bucket list: I had the nerve to wear a crop top out of my house 🎉🎉🎉
I've been trying to have the guts to show my stomach in public (outside of running and not caring what I look like because I'm a sweaty mess) for years.
I set a personal goal for myself last year to do it, but wasn't comfortable in my skin enough to show more of it than I had to.
I accomplished all other goals on my list except wearing a dumb shirt...what a dumb fail. I promised myself I'd do it in 2022.
Truth is, I hate people looking at me more than they have to. Wearing something like this makes me think their eyes are judging me and how I look in the worst way possible.
I put this outfit on to give it a shot...was ready to get changed and punk out when my daughter told me I "looked like magic" and completely melted my heart.
She gave me the confidence I needed to commit.
Then she made me pose like I "was magic". I tried my my best 🤷🏼♀️
It may not seem like a big deal to anyone else, but this outfit was huge victory for me.
I'm happy and proud I was able to show her I was brave enough to wear an outfit I wanted to wear without feeling the need to cover up.
We can be brave, fam. Even if it means something as simple as NOT changing before you leave the house.
WE GOT THIS.
Comentarios