I'm Entering My Slinky Skirt Era

And pushing myself to be comfortable in the uncomfortable.

I have a newfound love for a slinky skirt. Which means embracing the curve of my stomach in said slinky skirt. But I'm pushing myself to get more and more comfortable with the shape of my body. To get comfortable in the uncomfortable.

I've never liked form-fitting clothes. Growing up with IBS I was always, always, always self-conscious of the bloat. In the past, I've been offered many a train seat because of it. I also hate feeling restricted by clothes. So the two feelings together could never pair well with a figure-hugging outfit.

Instead, I've always leaned into nipped-in waists and flared skirts. The bigger the skirt the better. My sartorial comfort zone if you will.

Recently I've felt a shift in headspace when it comes to my body. Not a seismic shift but a gentle one. Nudging me to celebrate more of the things my body has done and does for me. Rather than judging it purely for how it looks.

Because this stomach held life. It is more than the stretch marks that wind themselves across it, glistening in the light.

This abdomen was cut open to deliver that life into our world. And considering my scars usually heal terribly, it's done remarkably well. So I can't be mad about the shelf it now houses.

The softness of my tummy brings comfort to Dyls when he cuddles into my lap, using me as a squishy pillow to lay his head. Bringing me such joy.

I can't be mad at a stomach that has been through all of that and come out stronger. I’m talking psychically stronger too. I’ve been working hard on my core strength because I love the empowering feeling of being strong.

So I've ordered some slinky skirts. This is my slinky skirt era.

The first, an animal print number (what a surprise, I know I’m predictable) that hits just below my knee. Scored it as a bargain off Vinted. I’m currently teaming it with an oversized black tee to play with volumes.

The second a little high low number from Another Sunday. A brand I found on Insta and instantly fell in love with. This slinky number makes me feel like a sassy little fox. Albeit a slightly nervy one as I work out how best to style it for my body.

For these pics, I threw on a linen shirt and some matching lippy which made Dyls want a million kisses.

Dare I say I felt a little bit sexxxxay. And dare I also say I felt a little bit self-conscious of the way I looked, the material hugging me in ways I’m not used to. But I’ve made a promise to myself to lean into it. Because this is my body. My body is strong. My body is powerful. And fuck it, my body looks great.

Who’s with me?