You know those posts where people show you what they wore recently with a break-down of each and every item and where they got it?
You know how they have super cute accessories by amazing handmade shops that they link to?
You know how they tell you that they bought their jeans on sale for $30.00 and how you can be jealous?
This isn't one of those posts.
Ninety percent of my wardrobe comes from thrift stores and yard sales.
And not in the awesome I-bought-it-at-a-thrift-store-and-refashioned-it kind of way.
I mean, the grand total for most of my outfits (including shoes) on a typical day is $6.00.
I have never participated in those linky parties because to be honest, I'm embarrassed.
Until we moved, I never had a full-size mirror to take photos in.
Now that we've moved, I have no idea which box has our bed frame in it, and I have one bottom sheet and one comforter until I unpack the king size linens.
Most of the time I don't wear makeup.
When my hair is up, it means that I haven't showered.
I may or may not shower later that night.
And my body is not in the shape it was in a few months ago when I got my money's worth from my Nike+ shoes and my treadmill.
I feel like I'm falling apart.
The only way to build myself up is by accepting the truth, avoiding denial, and trying to change.
These photos hold me accountable.
I should really try to unpack everything.
It's a daunting task, and I am super good at avoiding it completely.
But looking at these photos, I see what everyone else sees in me, and I'm going to fix that.
Say goodbye to this girl:
And yes, I did have a 104 degree fever in four of these photos.
But again with the denial...time to lose it.
And time to unpack.
Happy Tuesday, friends.
P.S. See that Google Friend Connect number? You know what that means! See you tomorrow for a giveaway.