“I don't like myself, I'm crazy about myself” - Mae West
I don't know, if I would have decided to dance on a public fountain a year ago.
I wasn't a diffident person, but I really liked to blend in. And blend I did. I only wore ponytails. I always wore jeans and a plain (usually dark) t-shirt. I always wore boots. Even in the summer. Then I switch to Birenstocks, but the plain brown kind.
I didn't want to stand out.
I didn't want to stand out, because standing out made me a target for people to say rude, hurtful oppressive things to me. I didn't want to stand out, because hiding in plain sight was a safe and easier existence. Mostly, I didn't want to stand out, because although I didn't hate myself, I didn't love and value myself.
I saw myself as the funny fat girl; I shone because of my personality, not because of my looks. And I took that to heart. So I never tried. I was told that if I wore make-up, or dyed my hair, or wore dresses, that it looked like I was only trying to cover up that I was fat. And I took that to heart. I thought that being fat meant that I didn't try these things, cause I was fat, and it didn't matter what I looked like because I would only be seen as fat.
But not caring about what I looked like did have an effect on my mind. I accepted that I was fat and therefore ugly, undesirable, asexual; all the lies that society tells fat people.
There was no defining moment that changed all that for me. Just one day, I said "Eff it. I think I look good." And I decided to start wearing clothes that fit my personality. I wore funny shirts, and skirts. And colors, bright ones. And dresses. I allowed myself to wear dresses.
So now I dress for myself. Just me. (And maybe D.) Because taking pride in my appearance helped me to feel what I should about my body-- pride. And in the end, we should all be proud of who and what we are. We should be crazy for ourselves.
::Head to Toe::
Dress: Old Navy
Shoes: Winners
Earrings: Silver Rose studs from Etsy
This is what I wore on my wedding day. Pretty, casual, relaxed. Just like me.
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