Tiny told me this was the dress I absolutely definitely had to wear today, so with a sigh of reluctance and my squeeziest fat pants (which were removed before lunch of course), I slipped the dress over my head. We picked out a top layer, shoes and accessories and ventured out to get Tinys hair cut, him squeezing my hand all excited and me using my remaining free hand to hold a cardigan closed, self consciously trying to hide my tum (but actually probably making it even more prominent).
We got to the high street, sat down in the barbers and I let go of the cardi, And do you know what happened? NOTHING. People talked about their music. A father and son shared a joke. And I got caught up in the excitement with my son.
So today my outfit isn’t outrageous, but it’s a breakthrough. Today, I let go. I let someone else pick a dress I never would have worn and nothing bad happened. Tiny has no idea how liberating this challenge is turning out to be. I’m so grateful.