Lots of sci-fi love, Doctor Who, Twin peaks, X-files, octopi, bugs, flowers, horror movies, David Bowie, cartoons, mimes, polkadots, Gary Oldman, Xmen, Neil Gaiman, Star Trek TNG, Dark Crystal, Portland OR, rain, hanging out with my kid, cats, bats, tattoos, cartoons, drawing stuff, anatomy, flowers, Vincent Price
I got all cute and dressed up today for work.
I felt so great.
Finally felt comfortable in my skin. I don’t feel comfortable very often anymore. After I had Oliver I got really sick. Really really sick. I was on major antibiotics that I self administered through a PICC line that was implanted into my upper arm that went directly to my heart. I also had major muscle damage to my inner thighs from the labor. Both issues caused me to be very weak, and immobile for a long time. It was hard to walk to the bath room, let alone down the street. From being so idle, I gained weight. A lot of weight. I have been really self conscience about it. I am very short, so a little weight makes a huge difference on my small frame. So imagine what A LOT of weight does! Well the other day, I said FUCK IT. I might be fat, but I am still fucking cute. I’m gonna dress how I want to. So I dug out a bunch of my old clothes from the back of my closet, been getting all dolled up hair/make-up/cute outfits), and have had the best week ever!