It all started on Easter. The reason I've been away. An old, old chronic injury that has low-grade been a part of my life since a ski racing accident when I was 16. 12 years, low-grade dictating most movements, but I wasn't listening. It grew high-grade. I ignored it. I went for a run instead. It slipped.
It's not super cool or super fun to write an outfit post about a back injury. I know that. But I have a point here. Stick with me.
I was forced to become the worst version of myself. Inactive. Unsettled. Stationary. Sensitive. I hate. being. sensitive. I had to wear tennis shoes to work. I had to lay down a lot - No seriously, I had to lay down in meeting rooms. At work. On a beach towel. I had to move skinny jeans to the back of my closet. I had to figure out some sort of strange corporate-yoga-tennis shoe look (they call it "athleisure", and I'm annoyed by it). And I also had to stop being so sensitive about it all and just deal with where I was at.
Which brings us here. I am no longer "a runner". I am "sort of a swimmer". I smell like chlorine. But my back is healing, and my goggles are sort of cool. My body is not its strongest, and I am certainly not my most confident, but I just sort of deal with where I'm at, and throw on a crop top anyway. And pro-tip: Also a jean jacket around my waist. What booty?
So, hi. We're here. I'm here, not wearing heels and swimming. Where are you?