Sleeveless

Sleeveless. 

Something pretty amazing or maybe I should say arm-azing happened last week. I was shopping for some new summer shirts when I allowed myself to try on a sleeveless one. 


Now this may not seem a big deal for most, but it was for me. You see I probably have not worn sleeveless shirts since my thirties. I guess when I started noticing the imperfections of my upper arms I decided that sleeveless should be a thing of the past. Not that I ever wore them all that often. In fact, back during my disco days my roommate and I were some of the few bearing sleeves on the dance floor.

However, something pretty surprising happened when I tried on that first sleeveless shirt. It actually looked pretty darn cute, and I felt years younger. Woah! Why had I been hiding my arms under a bushel for all these years? 

Now mind you, my arms weren't perfect-actually far from it, but for some crazy reason I didn't seem to mind much. As I get ready to enter the next decade of my life the reality of gravity winning is pretty much a given. However, I'm not getting any younger, so what the heck! 

Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure I feel the same way about my upper thighs just yet. Their unveiling might have to wait for my seventies!