Thong song

I kind of dressed like an old lady today. It's actually more of a high fashion look but I didn't go quite that far so it ended up looking more nursing home than runway. I'm sure you don't really care much but telling you makes me accountable. I've been trying really hard lately to not be dowdy. Not that I really have been but I feel bad that I haven't really been keeping myself to the standards of the woman my husband met four years ago.

I stopped wearing thongs. What the hell? I used to only own about three pairs of standard underpants because I only ever wore thongs. This is what led me to believe I have a problem. So I'm fixing it. I'm going to be the sexy woman who shaved every day and cared what she looked like more than how comfortable she was. I don't think I'll ever backcomb my hair quite so much but I'm making more of an effort in the hopes that he'll appreciate it and that I'll feel more like myself all the time again.

I'm working out and trying to wear pretty shoes and not wear jeans every single day. I love that I have the option to wear sweats and never put on makeup again if that's what I chose to do. My husband doesn't care and never really has. He doesn't compliment me when I make the extra effort but it's because he truly doesn't notice because he truly thinks I'm beautiful either way. He could care less whether I'm wearing $100 worth of lingerie or my Truffle Shuffle t-shirt with holes in it because he wants the body underneath. So yes, I'm trying to improve the frame as well as the decor but mostly the decor. I have made an effort to wear makeup every day since we moved but it hasn't been enough to feel like the vibrant 24 year old that I should feel like. So, no more granny panties. No more thinking about the weather, that's what coats are for. No more thinking about how comfortable my butt is, I'm going to think about how it looks. At least for awhile.