I can pinpoint the exact moment I switched from needing an excuse, to not giving a flying...
It was a couple of days before I was due to go out for the very first time ever as Debbie. I was nervous enough about that. I needed a jacket (this was pre-arms-waxed days), because although the hair on my arms was short, my wife (who didn't know back then, but MUST have had some idea) likes hair. On men. It was also a little nippy, being September. So I wanted a jacket.
I'd tried on-line without finding one I liked, so in desperation I went to Matalan, excuses at the ready and had a high speed look around. I didn't see anything. I did the same at TX MAXX.
I was in New Look next to my office block on September 14th 2012, around lunch time. I know this, as it was the day before I was due to go out, and I was no desperate.
I had to find it in New Look. I had no more time. I decided to not race round. I just walked around. I looked. And I found the perfect jacket. I found it.
But would it fit?
At that moment, I realised I didn't care what other people thought any more. So I tried the jacket on. In the middle of the shop. Nobody cared.
Since then, I've realised, that in general...people don't care. I don't use excuses, I don't worry about browsing.
The only downside with this sudden revelation is that in the past 2 months I've gone from a bedroom CD to a full blown out and about TV.
I know they said it was a slippery slope, but Jeeze! At this rate, my New Year's resolution will be to go to the GRC!