In my 20s, I wrote about fashion for a metropolitan newspaper, devoured Vogue and InStyle, and, at one time, even harbored a desire to design clothing. I loved heels, jewelry, and favored skirts over jeans. For me, assembling outfits was like playing dress up for grown ups.
Two things changed this: 1. Moving to Montana, where weather and practicality trump style, and 2. becoming a mother. I gave away my pretty clothes, traded sandals and funky boots for clunky shoes and dressed up less and less. Sweats, a baseball hat, and exercise clothes became my uniform.
This was not good for my spirit.
I lived in the South for 7 years, where I was surrounded by women who groomed themselves impeccably. They were like beautiful thoroughbreds, and they taught me an important lesson: that it’s okay to care for your appearance.
Yes, I know – too much focus on appearance leads to self-absorption and vanity. But too little can squash our inner feminine – the part of us who loves beauty and is nurtured by it.
I like feeling pretty. I like expressing my creativity in my dress. I like dressing up and getting out of my yoga clothes. When I ignore these needs, I find insidious, less positive ways to meet them: depression, resentment, or overeating.
If you could dress in any style, what would it be? For just a moment, ignore all the “buts” from your practical self. What makes you feel beautiful?
Your personal style is not an indulgence. It’s an extension of who you are. Express it, and live it.
AMEN, SISTER! I will say this over and over again that a good shower and fresh makeup can make or break my day. Thanks for reminding me it’s ok to think of ME every now and then.
Lori