As far as I've come with learning to love my body as it is right now there is one (technically two) thing (s) that no matter how hard I try, I cannot make peace with. Those things are my upper arms. I like to call them chubby but in reality they're more than chubby, they're fat. And they're not the firm sort of fat, they're the sort of fat that if I wave I'm likely to create an earthquake somewhere along the equator. They're dimply and they occasionally do that funny red discoloured thing. On top of that I also have some pretty unsightly scarring on my arms from some mentals and lots under my arms from evil, evil under the skin cysts I get that are supposedly linked to my PCOS (though I'm not convinced). So, getting my arms out in general is pretty unpleasant. If I do manage to do it I tend to spend the day with my elbows firmly pressed into my sides like that ridiculous deodorant advert.
I love chubby arms on other people. I think they're cute and squishy and I love them. Case in point, the gorgeous Tess Munster. Just look at them, lovely arms!
|Photo belongs to Erika Nelly|
And so, here they are. Along with an uncomfortable face.
|Dimpled and discoloured they may be, but they're mine.|
|I should really do my roots...|
|Cute as a cupcake!|
Dress from South at Very
Handbag from Accessorize
Sparkly cupcake necklace from Pieces of the Past
*Breathes* Be nice...
Mrs D x
ps. If you're into body positive stuff (and if not, why the hell not?!) have a look at my Tumblr.