That saying – if you can’t beat them, join them – doesn’t sit well with me. Defeat is not something I do well, I’d rather shuffle off into my corner and reconsider my game plan… And I will find a way, or someone gets hurt.
Not really, but almost.
My sworn enemy, the crop top – may have just seen defeat. I’m sure like most other ladies out there we all have some thing(s) that we feel like we can’t pull off – rock – strut – and it’s kind of annoying. It’s a bit like the pile of washing on the washing machine that you know you have to get done (preferably before you run out of fresh underwear…)
You know it’s there, you’re not really comfortable with it being there, and you know the only way to get rid of it is to deal with it.
Dirty undies aside, I decided to take action with my fear of crop tops. And you know what, it wasn’t that bad. I actually kind of liked it. OK no, I really liked it.
Go on, challenge yourself.