On feeling divinely beautiful

Last night, after reading through all 864 Girls with Slingshots, I realized that while my at-home creative work makes me feel very accomplished and happy, it does not make me feel sexy. Every morning I bunch my hair up into a quick, serviceable ponytail. I don’t wear my pajamas all day long anymore, but I’m still generally schlumpy in a hoodie, house slippers, and ill-fitting jeans.* More often than not, I could use a shower sooner than I actually take one. Since I don’t have a whole lot of long-sleeved tops, I’ve started rotating in workout and sleeping shirts too, and now my entire wardrobe just feels like one big set of body-shaped pieces of stretchy jersey. I spend my day moving from one chair to another, and if I move my body, I have to schedule it; there’s no built-in walk from one building to another or from my desk to my supervisor’s.

I was reading GWS and looking at all the cute drawings of curvy girls in tank tops, and it suddenly hit me that it’s been far too long since I myself felt like that. When I started TAing in 2005, I was careful not to wear anything remotely suggestive in front of my students; I took the same approach while working at the public library. I wanted to look mature and professional, and I didn’t want to draw attention to my curves. I guess that attitude just seeped into me until I didn’t notice it was there anymore. Sure, I’ve dressed up here and there, and I bought a corset last month, but that doesn’t feel like my normal life these days. Well, if a comic strip can make me feel bad about that, then I think I’ve got a problem.

Luckily, as of this year, I don’t have ideas, I take actions! Today, Bright and I went to a fabulously fun dance cardio class taught by an accomplished belly dancer (who spent the hour kicking our butts and telling us we were beautiful — winning combination!), and afterward I went to my favorite hairstylist, Sarah, and got my first haircut with her since 2007.**

new haircutI love it.

I still had to wear a raincoat and running shoes, but I’m feeling so much better already, having shaken my hips and taken off maybe four inches of boring hair. Here’s a “before” pic from a month ago:

xmas hair

I can’t say whether feeling like a gorgeous woman is going to make me any more productive, but who cares? There’s no call for a healthy under-30 to ever feel like a blob when there are good hairstylists and exercise and sparkly jewelry and fitted clothing in this world. When I get a chance, I’m going to experiment with some of these tees I’ve been wearing, see if I can take them in or add anything to them to make them feel a little less like “taking out the trash” clothes.

On the work side of things, no, I wasn’t that much more productive today than yesterday… but I did pack up all my trades (shockingly, this took an hour and a half… what?!) and ship them out. I also stopped by Crate & Barrel and used my $15 of settlement money to buy a half dozen clear plastic shoebox-sized bins, which I look forward to using in my craft supplies reorganization. (6 bins at $2.50 each + $15 gift certificate = I only had to pay $1.46. The woman behind the register said, “Good job!”) This was a very lucky thing for which I must thank David Allen yet again; I had totally forgotten about the $15 certificate and would have let it expire this Sunday if I hadn’t peeked through my coupon folder in yesterday’s weekly review!

I also — spurred on by feeling beautiful and by another action item I noticed in yesterday’s review — took some staged photos of myself for website-revamping purposes. I’m going to make a drawing of myself in pretty much this pose below, to use as a main image on the website… and that’s all I’m going to say for now. πŸ™‚

website photoDo you like how I’m writing on my “in” folder? ;b

And now, aside from feeling divinely beautiful, I also feel divinely hungry, so it’s off to dinner for me. πŸ™‚

Notes

*The jeans fit great when I bought them, but no longer… I can’t tell whether it’s weight loss, gain, or just change of shape. Ah, hips and belly!

**I first met her when I was a sophomore at Berkeley. She’s given me some great cuts over the years. I only get my hair cut a few times a year, if even that, but Sarah always knows what to do with it!