Baby Steps. Those are usually the words that I am silently whispering to myself when I'm reminded that fear takes time to overcome. I'm sure this will sound silly but showing off my arms scares me. What scares me exactly? Well maybe it's the constant thought that I'll be judged. Will people take note of my very much visible stretchmarks? or will they gawk at my jiggly arm fat? I don't know but what I do know is I was never crazy about how I looked in anything sleeveless and had banished myself from wearing it. Yes even in the hottest of temperatures sleeveless was off limits for me. It's something that I have carried from my younger years into my adult life. As I've gotten older (and by older I mean maybe a year or two ago. Hey I said baby steps.) I've slowly entertained the idea of going sleeveless. To some it may not seem like such a big deal and that some would be right but I'm taking steps into a space where I'm kinda ok with this sleeveless thing and that makes me smile. I am learning and I am growing. Gotta love those baby steps.