I shaved my legs for the first time in two months today. Not the most monumental development, I know but hear me out.
I’ve been feeling lighter lately. Happier. I’m still dealing with divorce drama and trying to find a job and trying to figure out how to be okay, but all of that is just a little bit easier all of a sudden. I don’t know when or how, but I turned a corner recently.
And I felt like shaving my legs. Not for anyone else, for me. I felt like taking care of myself and feeling good. Now, that is progress in my book.