If you’ve ever watched this video I made about learning to love my body a little while ago, then you’ll remember that I really hate showing my legs, in public and at home, if I’m being honest.
During last year’s heatwave, (which probably lasted about three days to be fair), I did leave the house in shorts without tights, but I don’t mind admitting that I stood in front of my wardrobe and cried beforehand because I was so nervous about it.
Fast-forward to 2016 and this year’s heatwave (which has been going on for a week so far!) is even hotter last year and I decided that I was going to wear my denim shorts and try not feel bad about it.
I was so surprised when I actually managed not to get so anxious that I cried (yes!). but what surprised me most of all was that I loved the feeling of the breeze about my knees. It was so refreshing and so strange because I’m just not used to it at all. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not been so nice that I want to do it all the time, but still.
This is going to sound really stupid but I’m proud of myself.
Maybe I don’t need to be so scared of not wearing tights?
Watch my new video on buying boots with cerebral palsy.
I’m starting to change my mind about wishing I could wear high heels…
I’m taking a break for my Surgery Dairies series of posts today, because I have some exciting news!
Alicia over at Sapshionista had done a blog post about me, which you can read here.
I urge you all to go and read her blog about looking good and feeling good, no matter what your age, body shape or abilities.
Thank you to Alicia for giving me the opportuinity to feature on her blog.
I think it’s fair to say that when I had my surgery I was going through what you could call a Goth style phase. I could usually be found sporting mostly black, oversized clothes with characters like Emily the Strange and Ruby Gloom on them. I wore dark make to school most days, dyed my hair black and had the nail polish to match. Most people wouldn’t know it though to look at me now, and that is thanks to my surgery.
It didn’t take long for me to realise that none of my cargo pants and jeans were going to be wearable for the next few months while I recovered from the surgery. They would be tight on my hips and press on my new scars. At the time before I had the procedures done, I was too self-conscious to wear dresses and skirts. Mum and I took to the clothes shops to get something for me to wear. We got dresses and skirts in all different colours, lengths and styles. There was even a pale denim mini skirt! I really didn’t care what I wore as long as it was comfy and looked half-decent, (which was more than could be said for me).
When I went back into hospital for operation number two (which we’ll get to soon, I promise) my family told the doctors that I’d taken on quite a different dress sense . Even for a long time after operation two I kept wearing The New Wardrobe. Even after I did go back to my jeans, I got rid of my old clothes. It didn’t feel like me anymore. And, my family had spent so much money on the new clothes, I didn’t want it to go to waste.