(new) body language

good song by queen. you should listen to it. it'll make you giggle because freddie gives 'er and holds nothing back. i feel happy and free to be silly with no judgement when i listen to it. over lunch today, i read an article on kelly osbourne. she was talking about her weight-loss and the newfound attention she was receiving. i'm not kelly osbourne and i'm not jetting off to london fashion week (ahaha...just as i was re-reading this i realised...hayley - you're in england...london's only a two hour drive away) or being asked by designers to wear their dresses, but i identified on some level with her. since christmas, forty-five odd pounds have left my body. and, i've learned a few things. sorry, this is a bit of a stream of consciousness. ready, set, go. i am now that person who likes to tuck in their shirts. however, i'm having a hard time letting go of those shirts that i've justified keeping (haha) by...tucking them in. i'm not sure how to dress myself anymore and the default outfit du jour are jeans, cardigan and a scarf. my friend, sarah lost a lot of weight while she was living here and she spent a day with a stylist to help her discover how to dress for her new body. she thought at times what the stylist was suggesting looked nuts on the hanger, but actually made a lot of sense once she stood in front of the mirror. i wander through the shops and i'm overwhelmed by the selection. the fashion here in the uk can be very hard and with a high-fashion focus. the english love their clothes and the shops can feel like you're navigating christmas-eve style. a lot of the styles i don't get and i know are not me, so i'm not even going to attempt them. the light at the end of the tunnel? charity shops. suits my wallet and my weight-losing ways. tangent over. so um, what else? my toes are skinnier. i often find myself looking at them and wondering who they belong to at times. oh, i'm able to cross my legs - both ways and i can cross my arms over my chest. hmmm...chest (tangent back on), no weight loss there my friends - we've got the whole-dolly-parton-thing going on and i think i've accepted it, well...more like 70:30. while trying on some shirts the other day, they fit great everywhere else, just can't do them up. and to go up a size results in extra material around my waist which isn't flattering. i wonder if talking about it is a way to come to terms with it. make peace kind of crap. and why not address the pink elephant in my mind...and on my blog. ha. whatever. it is what it is.