Lymph is Good
chronicles the journey of an active 30-something Dallas-ite trying to keep her head up while grappling with primary lymphedema.

Great Style

I had been agonizing about today for a long time. At the last event that I ran I took a picture with the group at the end of the show and I could tell from the picture how swollen my leg was. It looked swollen. It felt swollen. Go figure, it was swollen. The last event was back in October (2016) when I was still attempting to wear my old clothing. Terrible. I felt and looked terrible. But I took the picture, sucked it up, and went home and cried about the whole situation. 

Tonight I was running the event again. That mean taking the group picture at the end of the night and not losing my youknowwhat upon arrival through the front door. What made tonight different from the last event? I had been planning my outfit… for weeks. (Strateegery in laundry was in play… don’t even try to tell me that you don’t know what I’m talking about.) 

At any rate, I showed up for the event, ran it, and was told by more than one person that I have “great style” and that my outfit was “awesome.” I may have mentioned the optical illusion concept to a close friend… but who cares. I can’t remember what I said (other than “thank you”). In my opinion it was better to walk away from the group picture feeling swell vs. swollen.