Thought of the day

Does anyone else ever wonder, just a tiny little bit, if all those fashion bloggers out there actually wear those outfits they post pictures of everyday?

I mean - I like looking at the pictures and always feel inspired. But seriously? Where would I wear those outfits? and especially - when would I ever wear those shoes? (I'm seriously bad at heels)

Maybe it's just because I'm cheap (it's true) and don't have a job or school where I would feel the need to dress up quite that much.

I just have this vision of me going to the grocery store, pushing my baby around in a stroller (or just with my ginormous belly) in 5 inch heels, a miniskirt, expensive jewelry, and a perfectly styled hair. And the vision ends something like this:
Exposing my butt to the store when I pick up something from the bottom shelf
Baby puking on my new shirt
Baby pulling at my hair.
Baby trying to eat my earrings
Twisting my ankle and wobbling home barefoot, carrying screaming baby (or possible choking baby if he succesfully eats my earrings) on one arm, and groceries in the other (possibly resulting in broken groceries in the parking lot).


Phew. Thank goodness I don't wear heels, miniskirts, jewwelry, or ever do my hair. It would be a disaster waiting to happen.

When I get married.....

I want it to be classic, simple and elegant.... and full of lace (You know, when that happens sometime in the 22nd century).

And here you can see where Princess/Dutchess Catherine (may or may not) have found the inspiration for her own wedding dress. I can see how it is kind of a combination of the beautiful, classic Grace Kelly dress (the collar, the sleeves) and the dress princess Marie wore (the lace) a few years ago when she got married here in Denmark:

from BT

I'm personally not crazy about the mermaid cut in Maries dress and prefer the higher waisted ala Princess Grace and Princess Cate.

That weight thing

Depending on how you know me, it may come as either a huge suprise or no suprise at all, but here is the naked truth: I'm one of those girls. You know, one of those girls who has struggled with her weight since... well, pretty much as long as I can remember being aware of the concept.

Let's not get into the gritty details. I've been a bit of a yo-yo er. Sometimes it's been under control by exercise and sports, and other times it's been out of control - for many reasons. And let's face it, if you're a chick, and maybe if you're a dude, you've probably had some of the same issues. You may be underweight, overweight, eating disordered, athlete, curvy, skinny, big-boned.....



Prom 2005 -
a skinny, 17 year old Christine - about 145 pounds.
(I feel like I look like a bobble-head
 from this tiem period)



Personally, I'm a little bit of everything. My body was never meant to weight 120 pounds. Or even 140. I tend to build muscle tone pretty easily, and I have hips, breasts, a wide ribcage (I blame a good set of lungs from swimming) and massive calves.

New Years 2010/2011 - quite a bit more than 145 - and 7 weeks pregnant
(I literally had to go through my friends facbook albums -
because apparently there are no pictures of my face since then -
only my belly...)

These questions have often occupied my mind: How does my self esteem affect my weight issues? How do my weight issues affect my self esteem? Where did it start, and where does it end?

We've all had those days where "I feel fat and ugly." - "No one likes me." or "starting tomorrow I'm never eating pizza again...!" and my personal favorite "...but since my diet doesn't start until tomorrow, I'm finishing up this pizza, and this cake..."



And so pregnancy has brought up a whole batch of new thoughts. Sometimes I joke around with the question "Pregnant or fat?" But to be honest, it's been a while since I've felt this at ease with a growing and changing body. It sounds so cheesy in writing, but it's true. My body is supposed to be this way, and it's a tiny miracle every day. My body is supposed to be growing; something would be very wrong if I wasn't getting bigger. I've always laughed when I heard it in the past, but it really does seem like my body was made for this. Like it has found a purpose, something that comes so naturally that is just has to be right.

Some days the insecurities hit me, because I want the whole world to be able to see, really see, that my protruding belly is a BABY, and not a beer belly or the result of too many cookies. But I know with myself that this isn't the way I usually look, and most days I love the round, very womanly shape I have acquired. My hips are slightly wider (hard to believe THAT was actually possible), my belly is rounding and protruding, and I have a, well, pretty nice rack. Ahem. 

So the change is that the past many months I have actually spent much more time loving my body than I ever have before. Perhaps because I've been slightly more health conscious in my diet, yet still allowing myself cookies, chocolate milk, ice cream, and potato chips (whenever little dude demands it...). I've incorporated very mild exercise - light swimming, long walks outside, biking around for errands.

Will this continue post-baby? Will I learn to love and appreciate a post-pregnant body, stretchmarks, baby-belly, extra skin and all? And why can't we just all love and appreciate our bodies for the natural miracles they really are, pregnant or not, old or young, every single day?



Wore this wonderful little dress to work the other day with skinny jeans, high heals, and a black top underneath (it is surprisingly seethrough)



h&m dress - 69kr

From now on though, shopping (with the exception of christmas shopping) really needs to be postponed untill christmas time when I am back in the States.