Today I’m puttering around the house in 4″ heels. I just got out of the bathroom, where I dyed my hair back to its usual color of a red-to-orange gradient. (With a big black patch at the back because I really need to bleach it again but whatever.)
I am also trying to return exercise to my life so I can be in something like the shape I was during the year of burlesque.
Hello, glamour. It’s been a while. I’ve missed you.
Edit, a couple hours later. Summon your glamorous self and you get it; Glamorous Peggy came out, weighed herself, sighed at what Mopey Peggy let happen to her body, and signed up for an intro to pole dance class. Because I have no willpower for Just Exercising, but hell yeah will I go Learn To Dance.
(Glamorous Peggy did not sigh too hard, as I’m only about 7-12 pounds above my weight during Peak Burlesque, plus being kinda flabby. I’ve been letting myself go but I haven’t been REALLY letting myself go.)
Sing it, sister! :) <3