So I bought a dress last week. Not a special occasion dress, just a dress. Wore it to Waitrose. And I stood in the car park afterwards thinking, well. That was something. I'm 55 and I've been divorced two years and for most of that time I've been wearing the same rotation of leggings and oversized jumpers and telling myself it doesn't matter. And it doesn't, obviously. But also it sort of does? For me, I mean. Not for anyone else. I'm not trying to look younger or thinner or whatever. I genuinely am not. But I'd like to look like myself again and I'm not sure I know who that is at the moment. The body I'm in now is different. Heavier in some places, drier, hotter, sometimes so tired I can't think straight. Dating feels completely terrifying and I haven't even properly tried yet. I've started writing down the days when I feel okay about myself. Just a note, nothing elaborate. Tuesday, felt fine actually. Friday, felt invisible. Trying to see if there's a pattern or if it's just random. My GP appointment is next month and I want to talk about the confidence stuff because I keep framing everything as physical symptoms and never quite getting to the bit where I say this is affecting how I feel about myself as a person. Anyway. The dress was nice. That's all I had. x