cathrynm

I had to buy a dress for a funeral. Actually, it was no big deal. But I felt fine and wore the same dress to a wedding a little later, being the only one I owned.

A few months later I just got this idea that I should wear dresses more often. I went to Target and walked around the aisles and I picked up a big stack of dresses, all of various types, but most of them pretty cheap. I found a few styles that fit properly and hid the right things and I bought a few of those styles in various colors. Later I bought a few black bras and tights. The SF Bay area is cool even in the summer.

Then I just started wearing dresses every day. It was a little funny at first, but after a few weeks it just became my look. I went down to LA to visit my father and I brought nothing but skirts and dresses with me.

A few days back I was wearing pants because I was doing some yard work—I’m not going to mow the lawn wearing a dress. I went to the market, and I felt weird. It’s like I flipped over and now skirts and dresses are the normal me, and pants feel strange. I’m stuck. Cool.

I do this. Every friday.

Ｉ’ve been cooking more lately. I’m not so great at cooking, but I can make food well-enough to satisfy my own hunger. I feel this has helped me lose weight, because it’s easier for me to control portion size. I have given up on restaurants—as all restaurant food has too many calories and is not good for me.