Since yesterday was my laundry day, and most of my non-winter pants were already in my laundry basket, I pulled out a skirt, and because it was a bit cool, I also put on a pair of pantyhose.

Now, despite what my friend Jaci says about me being a girly girl, I do this far less often than you might think, but yesterday I found myself wondering why that is.

Because I felt good.

Tension I didn't even realize I had left me.

Now I don't look pretty. I don't really even look like a woman, more like a dude in a skirt, but I have reached the point where I don't really care what others see or think.

So why do I punish myself, by denying myself the chance to feel even a tiny bit better?

Do I hate me that much?

I think I do, and I wish that wasn't the case.