About that X chromosome...?

In order to work on my self esteem, self confidence, ix-naying on the "I'm a fat pig" thoughts, etc...I've been trying to put forth a little effort into my appearance. I've already lost a lot of weight, so that's going fine but I thought I should step it up on a notch on the feminine stuff too. From giving myself a pedicure complete with porn star white tips on my toes to buying better unmentionables that I feel sexy in (my ass is currently spouting the phrase: Hello Kitty! How's that for girlie?) to making an effort to actually wear jewelry on a semi-daily basis that matches my outfits. I'm not trying to fit an image, I'm just trying to make myself feel more dressed up. I know, I know. Slow down Kitten.

But today may be one of the last straws. I see those girls on the train and think: "Wow, they look put together." So I took the plunge. I was hypnotized in the shoe store by some delicious chocolate brown heels that would perfectly match my chocolate brown skirt and pink deep v-neck shirt. I woke up and thought TODAY IS THE DAY! (Side note: I also knew I was driving to work and didn't have to walk a mile to the train and back.)

The verdict so far: MY FUCKING FEET ARE KILLING ME. How do chicks wear tiny little shoes on a daily basis and be expected to walk upright?!?!

It's not even the heels part. I like being 6'0" tall in heels, that works. It's the leather and tightness and OUCH of new shoes. My kingdom for some flip flops!

So I'm not officially giving up on dressing girlie, but I think I'll check into bedazzling my flip flops. Surely that will work.