Let Them Eat Cake

Birthday cake, of course.

It's been a crazy week. I've technically been on vacation, but found myself dealing with important issues that I hadn't planned on for a good chunk of my time. My apologies to my fellow bloggers for my absence in reading your posts last week, but I was determined to have a little fun, too. After all, it was my birthday and I wanted to celebrate in style.

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Here you see wardrobe elements I've always loved. Polka dots, low-cut, body conscious frocks, retro shoes and jewelry. What puts them out of my comfort zone is whether my beloved wardrobe choices still look good on my 50+ body.

I purchased the Mlle Gabrielle dress for less than $20 and had it altered to fit me perfectly. I know I'm very curvy and 20 years ago I would've availed myself of some serious control top action to try to look less round - but I am round and no longer feel compelled to hide it. The shoes are Chelsea Crew Sofia Mary Janes. My skull clutch from Shi is making a return appearance. The lavender pearl bracelet was a birthday gift, as was the turn-of-the-century amethyst necklace.

These photos were taken inside the beautiful Opryland Hotel where I was treated to a fabulous dinner by my better half. I think we look pretty good together, if I may say so myself. In the future I'll be sharing my strategy for healthy eating - but not today. No, not at all. On one's birthday it's only fitting to eat cake. Specifically, a humongous slice of dark chocolate layer cake no sane person would ever attempt to finish in one sitting.

Call me crazy; I didn't leave so much as a crumb on the plate.

Linking up for Visible Monday and Monday Mingle.

Passionate About Girls Who Eat Lunch

"Where are the clothes for the girls who eat lunch?" I jokingly asked a meek little salesclerk at an upscale clothing store. I was looking for any article of clothing in a size higher than an 8. Just a little higher, mind you, not even close to plus size.

She snickered - because I made a funny - then sheepishly replied, "We don't have any."

So, let me see if I understand this correctly. It doesn't matter that I'm healthy and in great shape. It doesn't matter that my cholesterol is normal, my blood pressure is borderline low and I'm not diabetic.  It doesn't matter that I exercise daily and limit my caloric intake to the recommended amount for my age and height - less, actually. What matters is I can't squeeze into what you've decided are acceptable measurements for a woman's body?

I left, annoyed but not devastated. I get frustrated when I see something pretty that I can't get in my size but it doesn't make me feel less attractive. I've fought hard to get to a place of self acceptance and nobody is going to take that away from me.

On this day before Valentine's Day, a holiday that can be very difficult for many women who feel lonely or unloveable, I want to remind my fellow Spashionistas that you have to love yourself first regardless of what the scale says. Even girls who eat lunch can be knockouts. Just take a look at these lovely ladies courtesy of Pinterest.

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Last, but certainly not least, my personal favorite.

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Love yourself first and others will find you irresistible. Now, who's hungry?