This morning was one of those times when nothing I wanted to wear seemed to be working. I was feeling not so great about my body, I put on my waxed skinnies, only to pull them off in dismay at the sight of my legs in them.

So I went with a long and loose dark plum sweater over comfy not-too-skinny skinnies -- one of my formulas for days when I am not feeling so hot. I wanted to keep it from looking too dark and serious, though, so I added the Cons with the silvert studs (bonus points for comfort) and the silver dotted scarf that followed me home on a Christmas shopping trip.

I added a closer up pic so you can see how I've been letting my hair go curly lately. I have an ulterior motive -- it helps hide how overdue I am for cut and color!

I've come to realize that many times, those bad-body-image days, for me, are a warning sign I'm struggling with something emotional. Sure enough, I've been in a slight funk, and no wonder, since tomorrow is the anniversary of my dad's death. At least I understand better where those feelings come from now, and I can address the root of the problem, rather than beat myself up for perceived flaws, which is what I did for many years.