I’m wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajamas. Actually, here
yeah, so, there’s me. 34 years old. In my sexy negligee.
Yes, it is Christmas themed. No, I don’t care. It snowed, so it is perfect. Plus, I still have random Christmas decorations that I forgot to take down. ‘Tis the season.
I had written previously about The Underwear Comfort Radius. I am proud? to say that I have extended my pajama wearing confidence to Wawa’s that are 25 minutes from my house. This may seem like an odd expression of confidence.
I, however, am odd. I celebrate all things pajamas. Want to see me at my most beautiful? See me in bed in my PJs.
Does that make me lame? Probably. I do occasionally put clothes on. Today, I rocked a Pink Floyd shirt with skinny jeans. The best part of my day? Getting back in my PJs.
To me, the beauty I have always sought was to be completely comfortable in my own skin. Good, bad, in between. The Underwear Comfort Radius (AKA, how far is a grown ass woman willing to walk with a straight back in public in pajamas) was my first game in finding confidence. It has gone from bus-stops to a lot of Wawa’s.
I am hopeful that I can get this confidence to actually be myself as comfortably as I feel in these PJs. A girl can dream, especially if she’s dressed for success.