I got a package the other day from my pal Kristin from Leproust Vintage with this gorgeous vintage lacy top in it (as well as one of my favorite skirts which was traveling around to the Delightful Dozen). I was thrilled! I remember seeing it in one of her shop updates recently and I simply swooned over it. I couldn't believe it when I pulled it out of the package. This brown wrap-around skirt had been sitting in my "to alter" pile for months, but the second I got the top I had to alter it because I knew I wanted to wear them together.
It made me think about how it would be so strange for me to get plastic surgery. I'm sure every girl has at least a short list of things she's love to alter about herself but when I really think about it, I would never get plastic surgery. I have some "junk in the trunk", and I always wish I had more time to work out (rather than sit in a chair for 10 hours a day like I'm forced to at work), but even so, I love my body. I never want to look in the mirror and not recognize myself. I have unique curvatures to my body that are totally unique to me, and I don't want a plastic surgeon to remove them. I have a scar on my left cheek from when a dog bit my face when I was a kid, and I love it. It makes me who I am. All the so-called "imperfections" are so unique to me. Someday I will be loved by a man who loves all my scars and quirks more than I do, and I can't wait for that.
