Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

Stockholm, Day 10

Stockholming Myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there – check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things, either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see – either through change or through acceptance. I’m in it for reasons I explain a little here. This is actually my second take on Stockholm today. The first picture, which I posted 20 minutes or so ago, was taken by Crockett. When he took it, he said 'you look like a chipmunk!' because of the face I was making. I am completely and totally aware that I do NOT look like a chipmunk and that he was just teasing, but as soon as he said it I started to hatehatehate the picture.

SO. I went into the bathroom here and took a new one. I know it's not exactly the right approach for Stockholming, but it was that or no picture at all.

All of the new shirts I bought have complicated folding or embroidery around the neckline. I'm not sure why I believe they flatter me, since they're sort of 'hey look at where her boobs should be' signals, but I like them anyway. Of course, I will have to hand wash them.... that may reduce my liking a smidge.

Dear Diana Gabaldon

Fancy today