
Remember a few days ago when I vowed to wear more red? I made good on that promise with this little vintage number I bought forever ago and have since been too shy to wear-- until now.

When you get your flower fix on, it's only natural to wear a floral dress, no? In my defense though, I didn't go to the Farmers' Market with the intention of buying flowers. Just wanted to walk around in this beautiful, breezy dress (from Fason de Viv) and grab an almond cappuccino from Bodhi. Morning well spent.
When I first put this dress on, I looked at myself in the mirror and audibly uttered to myself "aw, hell no." Not that I hate the dress: it's gorgeous. It was just in that moment, I was forced to come to terms with each and every lump, crevasse, or otherwise protuberance on my body. A few minutes and a coping mechanism or two later, I took a deep breath and instead of hating what I saw, listed what I liked. With each and every one, the undesirable parts began to fade. Body-positivity isn't just something you come to terms with just once. It's a constant battle-- a lifestyle. (Fitting, since this is another post for which I teamed up with Fason de Viv.)