Saturday 1st Feb
"Ch...Ch...ch...changes...."
I'm channelling David Bowie. Or I would be were he not still with us traversing this mortal plain we call life. I've had a slow but important epiphany (note to self, can an epiphany, by definition, be slow?) in that I look different. I stand different. I am more confident, and for the first time in I can't even remember I like what I see in the mirror. I have stopped fighting my natural hair, I have lost weight and I have finally conquered liquid eyeliner (well most of the time). The other day I intimidated a TA at work purely by being nice to him and giving him a big smile. He dithered, and during our conversation fiddled with everything he could get his hands on (easy...) including opening and shutting the same locker door about 30 times. I did that. I ordered some new funky glasses today. I don't wear them much but I want new ones, trendy ones.
Am I getting vain or have I ugly-duckling-ed into my 30s? I'm not done with SW yet. I have about 2 stone to go realistically but I now get why I have embarked upon this. It's amazing.