Good morning world.
Got back from a weekend vacation in California, and am coming to grips with something I've been viciously lying to myself about for years. Turns out, I have no fashion sense whatsoever. Seeing as I'm from Colorado, the occasional fancy-schmancy shirt or shoes make me WANT to feel like I've got the ins and outs down of a fashion diva...turns out I'm a fashion fauxpau from head to toe.
I show up in San Diego to be greeted by a 21 year-old in a mercedes SUV and a coach bag to match. As I scoot my sweatpants covered body into the car with my no-name Target purse, I feel less than qualified to even be IN this car. Seemed as though everyone had a mini dog to match their outifts. Boy was I in for a weekend!
We were getting ready to go out on the town on Friday night. As everyone put on their newly purchased frilly dresses and name brand pumps, I slipped on my simple, and favorite, black high-heeled sandals, only to get a reaction of pure disgust from every girl in the room. Dang, I missed the mark again.
The weekend came and went. It was full of fun and laughter and, of course, lots of dancing.... But now that I am sitting back at my Colorado dining room table, drinking my homemade coffee in my chipped mug, I realize that maybe missing the mark in fashion has nothing to do with my contenment as a woman. Was I embarrassed, of course. But it didn't knock me for a loop in thinking that maybe 'I' just wasn't enough.
So, to you woman who always dress to a tee in the perfect outfit, drive the perfect car, and have every surgery imaginable....I salute you. Way to keep up with the Jones'. But remember that just because my black strapy sandals cost the same as your Venti Starbucks non-fat, no sugar, no syrup latte, doesn't mean I'm less of a woman. Maybe we are both happy with our lives. Maybe I was meant to wear sweats and feel sexy.
So...turns out my fashion is exactly that; my own. And I love me.
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Erica, I had no idea you were a blogger! I am so happy to find the insides of your mind here. :) It makes me feel connected even when we don't get to see each other. Lov eyou girl.
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ReplyDeleteGirl, I share in your sentiments -- wholeheartedly! :) My drawers are full of Old Navy and Target items that are comfy as ever... I seriously have a shopping break down every time I go to CA to visit. Heaven forbid I wear my Old Navy duds and not fit in... We are no less of women we just come from a more organic (for lack of a better term) place where the image is less important. What matters more is how we present ourselves and display our values through our actions and words - not our clothes. Apparently I'm too inappropriate. *wink*
ReplyDeleteSo you keep your black high heeled sandals and I'm going to keep my 5 pair of gnarly flip flops, 6 pairs of sweat pants, and stained tee shirts that I wear to work... ok?
Now, if I could just have any of the four of your bodies... I'd be set. Instead, I'll hang out with ALL of myself and know that my "boobs are way bigger than my rolls!"
*hmph*