Mum sent me an interesting article on comedian "Eddie Izzard". I didn't know anything about even who he was, but apparently he classes himself as a transvestite. I read the article with interest, but decided in the end that whilst somewhat interesting, if used to describe me, it would do me more harm than good. This morning serves as an example…
This morning I got dressed in jeans and a loose blue/lavender jumper. I looked at myself in the mirror and was immediately euphoric. It wasn't anything to do with clothes, because these clothes are about as far from sexy as can be, but I was happy because I looked the way I always wanted to, i.e. like a normal girl. It was this reflection of my body which made me smile. :) *does happy dance*