Less than a year ago I was extremely insecure about the brown speck in my eye, the burn scar left of my waistline, I'd squirm at every blemish and hide my face with my fro. I'd fuss at our previous photographer to Photoshop my imperfections away as if that would help me accept the woman I saw in the mirror. I wasn't just needled by the physical but for some reason I thought if I could change the things I saw on the outside, I'd be happier inside. I wish I knew then what I know now and I could tell myself "Au contraire, my dear".
I'm obsessed with a good plunge neckline. Heck, I'm a sucker for a plunge back too! My excuse for wearing what I want is that my humble breasts and baby cakes keep me modest. I believe it is much easier to get past the side eye of those wanting to pass judgement, if you are slim. My excuse has nothing to do with the reaction of others because I still get pulled aside by people wanting to tell me what I should wear but I digress. What really sucks is that I know if I was curvy, every once in a while, I'd want to flaunt that too! I salute those who are comfortable enough with who they are to wear what makes them feel beautiful despite what others think. (Here's the kicker): Yet, there's still a part of me that feels a certain amount of discretion should be used in certain environments. Basically, there's a time and place for everything.