I'm in a Patsy Cline mood so do excuse the rather depressing title. It seemed to fit somehow; I am lovesick for my beau in Boston. These photos were taken during my last long stay for our 6 months mini-versary (which is a pretty big deal for people in a LDR, if I do say so myself) and today we celebrate 9 months.
I know my last post was all about taking risks and getting away from my normal style but I'm still a sucker for skin tight dresses, VBO (visible belly outline), cleavage and short skirts. Slipping into fitted dresses, looking at myself in the mirror and admiring the curves of my body is one of my favourite things. Its allowed me to really, really get comfortable with the folds and mounds of my body that I otherwise hid from. I'm certainly not unaware of how many, many women run from this very idea but for me its quite liberating and empowering. Sometimes I've felt as though my desire to be quite (for lack of a better word) loud with my outfit choices has sort of alienated my ability to be an approachable fatshion blogger. Still, I hope in some way that its inspired others to take a risk or think outside of the norm.