OK Enchanted Seashells, here they are.
It should be noted that when I was at a pretty low point, not being able to look myself in the eyes let alone see my whole self in the mirror, I would look at my arms. I noticed “the cut” and was pretty impressed when it started forming. (“The Cut” is the definition of the arm muscles that shows when flexing or when in a semi-relaxed position.) But I also started seeing imperfections under certain lights. It seemed odd because I used to wear tanks all the time so why was it bothering me now? If I was ever at risk of developing body-dysmorphia, it was at this time. Ugly fluorescent lights seems to make the dimpling imperfections stand out. Of all the things to fixate on and I chose my arms. I stopped wearing tanks and had a hard time convincing myself to buy a sleeveless dress. If you’ve stopped by before you’ll note that my little black dress is sleeveless but I wear it under a jacket. I know in my head it is the lighting but it is hard to get past.
I let the Chief take these. This is my newest Wonder Woman t-shirt. I bought it for a special occasion (but I’ll share more about that when I can!).