Sleeveless

Today I went sleeveless. It was painful. PAINFUL.

Physically, no issue. Kind of nice, actually.

Emotionally, I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

I dislike my arms. Hate. I have fat arms. Really fat. Not like 20 pounds overweight arms but really big ones.

Dressing is a pain because I get something to cover my cleavage, a top, and then a jacket-y something for my arms. Sweat follows. Whining.

My husband was getting tired of the process. "This shirt is cute. WHY do they always have such short sleeves!" He finally said something.

One of the reasons I chose my Precious one is his commitment to be honest with me. No matter what. We have both been careful about this most of the time.

He has been exercising a lot and working hard. He was done with my whining. He suggested either I accept myself as-is or do something about it.

So, today I went sleeveless. With people I met for the first time and people I knew already. To work, Wal-Mart, picking up The Boy.

I still can't figure out what that will mean for tomorrow. Today, though, I let it go.