On the first day of this Bri 2.0 project, I wrote about my fear of shorts. I’ve had body issues since elementary school, so it’s hard to break that pattern, but now that it’s getting warm enough, I’m determined.
I’ve worn shorts twice now in 2010, which doesn’t seem like a big accomplishment, but trust me, it is. Both times, I spent most of my time pulling them down, self conscious about how much skin I was showing. My legs are pale from the winter, and I have been slacking on my exercise and eating right routines, so I can imagine how not -pretty I looked.
But something was guiding me to pick those shorts. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have other options; I did. I could have worn a skirt, a dress, capris, or even jeans. But no, my hands strayed to the shorts drawer.
And you know what? It felt great. Not wearing the shorts; that was weird and I felt like an elephant. But realizing that my learned phobia of revealing clothing on the bottom half has subsided to the point that I can actually open that drawer, well, that was nice. I have a while to go, because it’s still not comfortable for me, but hey. I didn’t hesitate pulling on my clothes. I have enough body love to take that next step.
I can’t wait for summer.
11 days.
