tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post292110516932848061..comments2024-02-24T03:14:25.170-05:00Comments on A Half Baked Life: (It's Not About the) CostumeJustine Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190295175501659469noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-31701589394057691712015-08-28T09:36:00.045-04:002015-08-28T09:36:00.045-04:00I love this. I was one who for so many years, care...I love this. I was one who for so many years, cared more how others saw me than how I felt from the inside. This kept me too often from getting in the area, as Brene Brown says.<br /><br />Such a beautiful post.Lori Lavender Luzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-40854115652018920032015-08-25T10:50:42.636-04:002015-08-25T10:50:42.636-04:00Ooh great post. I miss dance, too. One of the reas...Ooh great post. I miss dance, too. One of the reasons I love my inner-city Y is that I can work out in ratty tanks and shorts (and fit in perfectly!). I really really want to try the barre studio downtown but I'd have to buy new workout clothes---seriously "no shorts", "no loose tops". I do not own yoga capris or fitted tanks. What should it matter? Can't I go make my legs feel like jelly in my old clothes as well as I could in fancy new ones? Anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00006807775816627217noreply@blogger.com