I was telling you that, after my surgery, I wouldn't fit my clothes. It's also true that, since I started feeling ill, I couldn’t even go to the gym. I am not making excuses for myself. I have too many kilos I'd like to get rid of, I do not like diets, I am lazy and occasionally I like to have a beer with my partner. Terrible, I know ... but I militate for world peace. Seriously now, the above mentioned, along with less pollution, would be the best things that could ever happen to us...
Looking through my clothes I sumbled upon this dress that saved me and I remembered something I've noticed lately quite often, even on the blogosphere. That not all of us have perfect measurements it's not a tragedy - there are clothes for all sizes and we can be beautiful anyway. But please, I beg of you, wear the right size! Few things are worse than a woman with some extra kilos bursting out of her clothes! It is not shameful to ask for a bigger size. Clothes glued to a body that's not in best of shape, it's not sexy, it's vulgar, distasteful and very unaesthetic.
Looking through my clothes I sumbled upon this dress that saved me and I remembered something I've noticed lately quite often, even on the blogosphere. That not all of us have perfect measurements it's not a tragedy - there are clothes for all sizes and we can be beautiful anyway. But please, I beg of you, wear the right size! Few things are worse than a woman with some extra kilos bursting out of her clothes! It is not shameful to ask for a bigger size. Clothes glued to a body that's not in best of shape, it's not sexy, it's vulgar, distasteful and very unaesthetic.
