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Posted on Aug 8, 2012 in Dear Diary | 5 comments

Timber!

So evidently, in all my postulating about how I’m taking back my height and embracing wedges and heels of all shapes and sizes, I kinda forgot one thing.

Namely, that the taller you are…

… the harder you fall.

Yep, yesterday I bit it, and I bit it good. I was walking back to my car from Starbuck’s after doing a bit of writing there, and I tripped over my own two platform-wedged feet. My laptop was still in my arms, so obviously preserving that became my first priority and I ended up skidding to a stop on my knees. It really was like the world slowed down in the moment that I first started to fall. I felt like everything was in slow motion other than my brain, which was still whizzing at normal speed. It was yelling at me, “Look out, you idiot! The ground is hurling toward your face!” but since my body was still stuck in the time warp, there was nothing I could do about it.

It was triply embarrassing since there were, you know, people around me, too. One very nice woman rushed over to ask if I was okay, and I, red-faced and mortified, simply mumbled that I was fine and then ran and hid in my car. It wasn’t even until I got back home that I sincerely checked out the damage (and of course, it wasn’t until I saw my wounds that they actively started hurting). I honestly think that last time I skinned my knees was when I was like, 8 years old.

Okay, granted, the fact that the only band-aids I have at my disposal are Hello Kitty branded doesn’t do much to help dispel that whole general feeling of little kid-ness. Hehe.

Ah well, a couple of skinned knees never did anyone any harm, right? Maybe this is the universe’s way of telling me to let my inner child out a little more. Or, just to watch where I’m going when I’ve made myself 4 inches taller than normal. Whatevs.

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Posted on Feb 15, 2011 in Dear Diary, Fail | 22 comments

Spill Fail

Wellps, I started off my Wednesday morning outstandingly, I must say. I managed to knock over an entirely full cup of hot green tea all over my desk at work the second I put it down, which effectively killed my computer mouse (though honestly, who uses a roller track ball-mouse anymore?!) In retrospect I probably should have taken a picture of the gloriousness of the spillage, but oh well. All’s well that ends well, I suppose, and I did get to steal a snazzy laser mouse from one of the unused computers in the back, at least. On to less stressful things!

So as you all are probably aware, I’ve been perusing the fashion blogs a lot lately and attempting to emulate at least a little style, now that I don’t feel (and hopefully also don’t look) like a beached whale in certain kinds of clothing anymore. I’m all about the NSVs (non-scale victories) so I’m going to relay my latest one to you lucky, lucky folk. About a week or so I ordered a couple pairs of colorful tights from We Love Colors after seeing how awesome people were making them look. Plus, I wanted more of an excuse to wear skirts while it’s still cold out. However, immediately they became more of a future investment after seeing the size chart:

S/M 4’11” – 5’5″ 90 – 135lbs
M/L 5’5″ – 5’11” 135 – 168lbs

As we all know, while I’ve lost quite a bit of weight in the past 6 months, I am NOT 168 pounds yet. I don’t even know if I’ll be 168 lbs at the END of this journey. I don’t even think I know that many 5’11” women who weigh 168 pounds, let alone my little 5’9″ self, haha. I got two pairs in the M/L size anyway, figuring that in another few months I should be able to fit them as I continue to lose weight. Just for kicks I tried a pair on last night, and lo and behold… they fit! Granted, I have to shimmy a little to get them positioned right at the top, but I can totally pull them off. 😉 My pride was the focal point of my outfit today:



And while the dress itself is now two sizes too big (w00t!), I thought that I should probably wear something toned down and neutral on top if I’m going to try to pull off colorful tights. Does it work? You tell me, hahaha. While my tights-fittage makes me question We Love Colors’ size chart a little, I guess that creating a size chart for tights in the first place must be kind of challenging. After all, everyone’s weight is distributed a little differently throughout their bodies — why do you think we have so many different body shape out there? Hourglass, apple, pear, boy-shaped, lanky… depending on which magazine you’re reading, there are a kajillion.

What body shape do you consider yourself to have? Do you ever find it difficult to dress a certain way, or pull off a certain style because of it?

I consider myself to have an hourglass shape, because I find that my chest/shoulders and hips/butt are pretty equal in proportion, and I have a defined waist (well, at least it’s defined now even if it wasn’t before!) Because I’m “curvy” though (and I do believe that term will always apply to me, even if I weighed 150 libbies) I find it’s hard to pull off a lot of the trendy styles that don’t have a defined waistline, like an unstructured sheath (example) I also find that empire-style tops and dresses just make me look preggers, hahahaha.

Btw, in case you can’t see too clearly in the pics above, on my tootsies are my new Nine West hidden-platform booties:

They make me into a giantess, but I’m really loving wearing high heels a lot more now that I’m a little lighter. I guess it’s really true about how much being overweight can affect things you don’t even consciously think about — like the pressure on your feet! While I’m still getting used to wearing them regular as I’ve lived the past 22 years almost exclusively in flats and flip flops, I would say it’s roughly 45x easier to wear heels now that I’m -45 lbs (ha!) Oh, and also, apologies for all the blurry pics (again). Somehow I’m not sure I could manage snapping a shot of my own outfit with my DSLR without making a full-scale studio production of it, hahaha.

Question for the ladies: Are you a heels-wearer? Got any tips for wrangling ’em? Or if you’re not a fan, why? Is it just because of a comfort thing, or are you (like my mom) opinionated on how terrible it is for your back, etc?

Oh, and out of curiosity I guess I have a ? for the guys, too: Do you prefer your ladies in high heels? And does it make you feel awkward if a gal is taller than you when she’s in heels?

Peace and release, playas. Happy Wednesday!

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