Every cloud has a silver lining, and after hitting my head hard enough to make the world spin last week, I learned that it still pays to pay attention to the little details. After being moved to a bench to sit down, I got to meet the delightful (and utterly fantastic) paramedics. While they were taking down all the vital information, they both said how lovely I looked in my nice-fitting slacks and blouse with the cap sleeves. Am I the only one that likes cap sleeves?

Getting my nails done was also a talking point. While they were happily practicing secret paramedic-fu on my arm with a needle, I was telling them where I got my nails done and everything about taking care of them.

No matter where I go, I realize that size acceptance starts with me — I have to accept that style comes in all shapes, all colors, and all sizes, and mine is like good porridge: just right. Looking back, I realize that even if I had been wearing sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, I would have still been just right, because it’s not the clothes, it’s the woman that everyone was worried sick over.

While I’m better now, I am thankful for one thing: I was wearing clean underwear. Well, as innocent as lacey hipster panties can be…