As I was getting ready for work today I had the immense pleasure of donning a brand new skirt. It is seriously gorgeous...a tan herringbone patterned fall piece, but with the most glorious black lace ruffle gracing the bottom edge and a girly black satin ribbon around the waist. I slipped on my nude Tahari pumps and I was good. to. go. Not gonna lie. I felt pretty B.A.
I walked into work and one of my female co-workers looks at me and tells me how I am always so pretty and how much she loved my skirt. She said it was very, "business on top, party on the bottom." That made me smile. That whole naughty/nice thing is really my cup of tea, which is probably a story for another day. After that, a different co-worker and I then had a little tête-à-tête about dressing up which has subsequently inspired me to grace you with my wisdom on this particular subject. Yes, I use the term "wisdom" very loosely.
I was fat for the vast majority of my adult life. Gasp. Yes, I said I was fat. Why would I say such a thing? Well...because I was. I hated shopping. I never thought I looked good in anything. Shopping was painful. Shopping was a horrible reminder that I was nowhere near the person I wanted to be. To put it bluntly, shopping sucked and frankly I just wasn't comfortable in my own skin. If you are comfortable and content and perfectly pleased with where you are at...more power to you! I know some bee-yoo-tee-ful ladies in all shapes and sizes. I, however, wasn't ok with how I looked and decided to do something about it.
So why oh why do I like to dress up now? Why do I think it's important?
One reason is because I've worked my rear off. Literally. Like, I lost a big chunk of my arse. Over the past two years I have lost 80 pounds. That's like losing a child's worth of weight. And not a tiny kid either. It's a mostly big kid who makes trips to the grocery store really darn expensive because they eat like a ravenous human who hasn't been able to find food since the zombie apocolypse.
The biggest reason I like dressing up is because of how it makes me feel. When I look like I have my act together on the outside, I feel like I have my act together. I may possibly even be able to fake that I have my act together. Yay me!
When I look like an unmotivated slob, that's exactly how I feel. Seriously, that's not a very good way to feel. My apologies to all the people who are totally cool with going to the grocery store in their pajamas, but that is not me. I want to smack those people. Hard. Like I know there is nothing wrong with being comfortable. I get that. Looking like you've given up on life, however, is really unnecessary. Unless you have given up on life. In that case, let me give you a hug.
In short, dressing up is a damn fine thing. It makes you feel good. I challenge you to try it for a few days and see the differences you notice in both how you feel and how other people treat you. I doubt you'll be disappointed, and heck, you may even like it.
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