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Nice things...

Been meaning to post this since yesterday...

The second pair of minkee pants I ordered from Tinyroo arrived yesterday...

Aren't they lovely? So silky soft, and Bryn is such a little bovver boy in them!

But the big surprise was there was a second pair in the post pak! I was a bit confused at first because I certainly had only ordered and paid for one pair! Turns out Jacqui is doing a promotion next week, buy two pair, get a third for free, and she saw fit to extend the offer to my order because I'd ordered two pair this past week - I love them so much! So, how nice was that!!!



The third pair was powder blue, and because I like a bit of flair in Bryn's clothes, I decided to add my own trim of "shark tooth" beads down the outside leg. The beads "clatter" and "jingle" as he walks and he loves them. The pants are a tad long (because I always order a bit of extra length so pants will last, hehehe)...

Clever, aren't I?

The other lovely thing was that I watched the Oprah special about "The Secret" tonight, and it left me with such a warm feeling - I got a much better feel for the spirit of the people interviewed on the DVD.

Tonight's show also illuminated for me a couple of things I need to look at.

One is that I do tend to look at what is "wrong" now and how I'm going to fix it (which implies it will be fixed in the future). This instead of being greatful that which I have now. I'm thinking, in particular, about my body image. I've been playing with this idea in the past week or so, so a couple of you will recognise what I'm going to say next.

I used to be 113kg, I used to be a size 22-24. Back then I used to think how great I'd feel when I was a size 14. So anyway, now I wear a lot of size 12, but I've discovered that, if anything, I'm MORE critical of myself now. MORE careful about what I wear. MORE concerned about looking "acceptable". In fact, I think, in many ways, I love myself less now that I'm that magical size 14 (and less). I'd realised just recently how wrong that really was, how unhealthy that was. At this point, I should be really pleased with myself. I should be wearing the flowing garments I love so much, but instead I'm worried those things will make me look FAT! (which, oddly enough never worried me when I was fat!)

I need to love my body as it is NOW. I am beautiful, in many ways, but unless I really feel that, others won't be able to see it, because that which makes me truly beautiful - that radiant light from within, can't shine through the fog of self-criticism I'm swathing myself in...

So, now I'm celebrating my beauty! I'm celebrating my strength, my nurturing, my wisdom, my body and my spirit! I'm grateful for being energy in a sea of energy, sparkling fragments of light!

The other thing is remembering to let go so I can receive. To look at what I may be holding onto that is filling my hands so I cannot grasp new things in my life!

Comments

Leah said…
Sif, you are seriously the biggest spunk, all itty bitty these days, and I hope you think so too soon!! :)
Juniper said…
Yeah! for acceptance of yourself and of your weight. You look fab, and you are a lovely kind person - celebrate that!

Also wanted to comment on your previous post, how cool re: Dave as the school helper - this is so good for him, and the boys! Glad he had fun!
Kate said…
Ahhh so interesting isn't it... I used to have another 15ish kgs on me and I never felt worried about how I look like I do when I am smaller. Mind playing nasty tricks!!

You are so so gorgeous though Sif, both inside and out, and I am glad you are choosing to embrace this!

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