|My in a suit! Borrowed for the funeral|
As a teen, I had to live in clothes for the over 30s.. It was depressing and I gave up. Uniform was my only dress and as soo as I returned to the dorm, I threw on my jeans and a baggy jumper.
There are so few images of me.. I have NONE from my 20s. Well... Some wedding photos... But that was two weddings ago.. I have had three husbands.
I was married the first time in 1996. Basically unhappy and I think we both felt pressured into it. I could be wrong.. But a lot of alcohol was drunk and often. We have both grown since then. Him faster than me. He met the perfect woman for him over on the other side of the country and they have the most beautiful daughter. That story worked out..
Jeans and a tee shirt was still my uniform. I had no idea how to dress properly. I lived my life in uniforms or Jeans. Nothing else. Seriously. Two or three pairs of jeans.. Sneakers and a tee. Usually men's jeans and men's tees as they was all that would fit. My work uniform was also ordered from the men's section.
|2004 negotiating with Lawyers on the phone|
For me.. Took me ages to settle.. I was selling myself short and learned to settle.
I did now branch out into shorts for the summer and I did find a photo of me in a crappy cheesecloth crop.. That lasted one day.. LOL
BAck to men's clothes and hiding.
My third husband followed a string of unhappiness... Assaults and things happened in the intervening time including a Stalker. **Oh goody** I started to wear a lot more black and as much to hid myself as possible. Seriously in the height of summer, I am the weird woman, long heavy clothes and slinking in the shadows.
I gained a heap of weight so now not only was I wearing men's clothes but I had to go to the clothing for large men.. Hmmm.
Then.. photos of me started to appear,..Courtesy of my 3rd husband.
From 33 onwards I have a history in pictures.Some hideous others are ok..
|2008 In Romania|
Still jeans but now in Teefure shirts.. Down to men's 2xl.. YAY. My confidence was up.
|Today. Oct 20 2014|
Came out the other side wiser and more able to handle myself. I am strong and can stand on my own two feet.
Now I walk down the Junee main street with a parasol, mid heels, a swing dress and a huge smile.
Short skirts for the over 40s?? Why the hell now. Kiss my tattooed arse society.