Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Matchy- matchy

Possibly this will seem like a weird one and it once again harks back to the old self esteem totem I wave a lot. Just to put things into context, four days ago I had surgery, which has left me feeling pretty shitty. I'm covered in iodine, which I can't get off because I can't get the dressings wet. I also can't bend, because it's causing my blood pressure to drop and me to faint, so I can't wash my hair. I can't get my jeans over my dressings, I'm starving all the time so I'm eating more than I'm used to and feel as if I've visibly gained weight (even though I was advised to at the last group, my mind isn't working normally at the moment, so I'm anxious)

So what did I do today to make myself feel better, with a lot of help from my lovely mum and a wheelchair I went out and did something just for me. I bought pretty matching underwear, so whatever I have to wear for a while I will know I'm wearing something nice.

Which brings me onto my next section. On Friday, when I went into hospital, I wore Wonderwoman pants and my most umphy bra. Want to know why, because the bra maketh the woman. In the case of those of us with loose skin on the torso, a really good bra lifts everything underneath it too, and yes I may have spent most of the day in paper pants and a gown with no back, but damnit, I was going to walk in looking like me. I'm not talking spanx. I think those things are bloody awful, tried 'em once, my boobs nearly exploded with displacement and I couldn't breathe. I'm talking about finding that something that makes you feel confident and beautiful, without needing comment from someone else. Give it a bit of umph, just for you.

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