My husband has me feeling all confident today.
I took two selfies this morning, and in both pics I have a weird pouty face thing going on. I couldn’t figure out why at first, because that certainly wasn’t what I was going for, but then it hit me: that’s my I’m high and in a lot of pain face.
I have a lot of black dresses, but this one is my favorite. It’s very comfortable and flattering.
I’m rocking third day unwashed hair so that shit had to go up.
No filter, bitches. This is what my old ass actually looks like.
D and I are trying to lose five pounds. We’re going to go to the gym together and stuff. Baby steps. Manageable goals.
Btw I’m seeing a new stylist in a couple of weeks and I’m trying to figure out what to do with my bangs. Side swept? Grow out? Blunt cut? 🤔
Before yoga tonight.
You know…unless you’re “too cool” for a sticker, like my husband.
Get it done, peeps.
I’m in love with this dress. It’s a fucking delight and I’m going to wear the hell out of it this fall and winter.
Btw this new hair bun maker thingy I bought is amaze.