There is no way that if you told me last year that I would own crop tops and actually wear them in public, that I would believe you.
I bought these for pole because the more skin to grip to, the better.
The confidence I have gained over the past year at pole elevation is incredible. Teamed with cognitive behavioural therapy and a few good friends, I’ve improved leaps and bounds.
I had such crippling social anxiety that I barely did anything but work. I was convinced people didn’t like me and didn’t want to see me so withdrew from activities and eventually stopped getting invited all together.
Things have changed so much.
Yeah, I’m still kind of sick and I’m not entirely comfortable in my own skin but I care a hell of a lot less about what other people think about now and I’ve stopped listening to that negative nelly voice in my head.
I will wear these tops, hairy bloated belly out and all.
I love my pole girls. They’re nothing but encouraging and they’d never care about how I look, they’d simply push my ass higher up that pole and help me grab my foot from what seems impossibly far away.
I’m happy my ailing body has let me get this far in life. It’s a fighter, even when I’m mean to it. I’ll continue to be amazed at what it let’s me do on that pole and if bearing more skin than I’d like to whilst contorting my body into ridiculous positions, will help it stay in position, then I owe it that at least.
Is it weird that I’m more comfortable with this big fat bloated belly than I was with my normal one? I can’t do anything about it and for whatever reason that makes me feel better 😂
Anyhoo. New clothes. Yay