Today I’m headed out for some shopping with one of my best friends, Heather, to look for a dress for the Seabee Ball my husband and I are going to later this month. It’s the very first ball we will get to attend in his almost 17 years of military service and I am so excited!
Except for the shopping part.
And more specifically, the trying-on part.
As I stood in the bathroom this morning, getting ready, the noise in my head started loud and fierce.
You should have started exercising months ago.
You should not have eaten that cheesecake last night.
Your arms look awful.
Your butt is huge.
And on, and on, and on it went.