The last couple of days have been extremely stressful for me, and I did something today that I haven't done in awhile: retail therapy. Oh my stars, I found a red Zooey Deschanel dress that sung to me after I put it on. Well, the singing might have been me, humming, "Ahhhhhhh." I loved it. I twirled. On top of that, I found these chevron-patterned Oxford-like high heels that again, gave me that singing feeling. Both items made me feel, oh so pretty.
This weekend, I'm going through my closet with a close eye, and I plan on getting rid of items that really aren't flattering or I haven't worn in ages. My tiny closet is way too crowded, and I know I probably don't wear about 30 percent of the clothes in there.
I will find somewhere to wear the cutesy red dress. Oh my god, I will wear the shit out of this dress.
Do I feel better after my recent foray into retail therapy? Yep. I totally do. I haven't been feeling too fond of myself or my appearance for weeks now, so some cute-as-hell dress will help lift up those spirits. I keep looking at this new body of mine and sometimes, man, I hate it. I hate cancer has done to me. This is the best way I can do to fight those feelings.
Or maybe I should go into therapy. Ha. They'll probably both cost me the same.