Sleeping In

Dress: Anthropologie Meticulous Floribunda Chemise - Size M

Shoes: Lucky Brand Randy Sandal

Earrings: The Limited

"Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in." - The Postal Service

Yesterday, I took a day. I don't know about you, but sometimes I just need a day to get away from the world, a day to lounge around makeup-less and braless in my most comfy PJ's eating ice cream, reading a good book, and watching some mindless TV. I did that yesterday, and it was glorious. I downloaded all the episodes of the show "Girls" on HBO On Demand and had myself a "Girls" marathon. There was one episode where the main character and her boyfriend went out together for the first time. Usually they just stay indoors and have sex. Anyway, while they were out a lot of bad shit happened, so when they got back home the boyfriend said, "Let's just stay inside the rest of the day. Things are better when we don't go outside." I laughed way harder and longer than I should have at that line, but it was so funny to me because I could totally relate. It's so much easier to stay inside and not face the harsh light of day and all the stress, criticism, and frustration that comes with it. It was warm and safe in my bed yesterday morning. I felt like I could stay there forever and be happy, so I took a day, but just one day. Life has so much to offer, and most days it's worth the risk to go out there and experience some of the good stuff.

I received two emails today from readers of snark sites telling me how much they enjoy my blog. I had such a big smile on my face as I read them to Jerry. It's always nice to get compliments, but it's especially nice when you know they come from people who don't give them out easily. However, once the excitement wore off, my logical side kicked in. Hmm...two emails in one day from snark site readers...something must be up. It didn't take me long to find the catalyst. I have to say I knew it was coming. My last outfit post didn't get many comments. I figured it was a fail and most of you were being nice by not saying anything. Of course, a couple of people were more than willing to step up to the plate. One commenter said they weren't comfortable showing their lumps and bumps like me and another congratulated me on my "pussy belly." I tell ya, these people are obsessed with genitalia. I've been called "penis nose", my blog header has been said to look like pubic hair, and now I've got a "pussy belly." Next thing you know, they'll be saying my ears look like testicles, because you know, there's two of them and they just sort of hang there. In the snark site's defense, I understand that they were just trying to say that I shouldn't have worn an outfit that displayed my imperfections so noticeably. I see what they are talking about, but I don't agree. There's a hint of loose tummy skin, but it's not like I've got fat rolls for days. It's no secret that I don't have abs of steel. However, let's get one thing straight: my belly ain't no pussy! I got this belly by growing three beautiful children inside it. 

Ok, sorry, I got a little ragey there for a minute. Anyway, the point is I know I'm not perfect. I'm not trying to be. I approach this blog the same way I approach life. It would be so much easier to not put myself out here, but despite all the bad stuff, it can be very fulfilling. It's worth all the ridicule and rejection to get just one email that says, "I know how you feel." Whether it's something as simple as the same love for a particular dress or something as deep as having faced the same hurdle in life, human connections are what make life worth living. I know I've got issues mentally, emotionally, aesthetically, and the list goes on and on. For most of you mere mortals, I would think this would be something you can relate to. For the rest of you, I got nothing left to say. It's late, and I need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I want to sleep in to work on my belly.