Shorts and Instagram

Summer 2012 is monumental for me.

It’s the first summer that I’ve ever worn shorts publicly…since I was 12.

Well, non-bermuda-type shorts.

Going anywhere in the summer, people would be like, “Why are you wearing pants?”

Which is sort of a silly question.

And I think it’s weird to be like, “Oh, I’m plus size,” because obviously they can see that.

So, as I stand there with the sweat dripping down my brow and back, I usually just shrug my shoulders and change the subject.

Super awkward.

Now, I wear shorts in public.

People get to see how pasty I really am.

I used to think that I would wear shorts when the cellulite disappeared.

But, I’m pretty sure cellulite is on every female who is not a celebrity, or who is rich enough to nuke that crap with millions of dollars.

So, yeah. I’m wearing shorts.

I wanted to post a super cool picture of myself in shorts, but I thought it would be weird to ask the Jeskes to take a picture of me.

So, then I was like, I’ll take a “super cool” artsy instagrammed picture of myself.

But all the shots were super awkward.

Then I decided to do a mirror pic. All the kids are doing it these days. Pretend like I don't have a weird light thing coming out of my hand. Also, pretend that I don't have a messy room.

The other day, I decided to do something uncharacteristic of myself.

I went for an hour long walk by the lake.

It was nice.

I don’t usually enjoy nature by myself.

Or being by myself for long periods of time.

But I was able to do some praying.

And work up a sweat at the same time.

It felt good.

Spiritually and Physically.

Two birds. One stone.