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Stockholm, Day 1

One of my very favoritest bloggers, Temerity Jane, recently started a project called 'Stockholming Myself'. It's genius. In her words:

The theory behind Stockholming Myself, something I made up that is composed of absolutely zero science, is that if I take the dreaded full-length body shot picture every single day, I will either notice gradual change from my diet & exercise plan or, failing that, will learn to like what I’ve got based on continual, unrelenting exposure.

For me it's slightly different, as I'm not looking for change - I really just need to practice liking how I look. I fret, I do. I weigh myself far too often. Sometimes I think I look like a teenager, and sometimes I think I look old. As yesterday's post showed, I compare myself to other people.

Also, I've been dressing like a schlub lately and if I take a picture of myself hopefully it will inspire me to cease and desist. I have cute clothes. Hell, I practically have a shopping addiction. There is no reason at all for me to not look presentable.

So. Stockholming myself, day 1.

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