Aaaand I've gone over to the hippie-dippie-trippy dark side. I promise to soon stop posting only about clothes, but the truth is this: I've finally started to have a little fun with my wardrobe.
It's been about a year since I hit my 50 lbs weight loss goal, granted I had a teeny backslide in there, but have been clawing my way back to where I was at my lowest. But, in my newfound wardrobe playfulness, I've realized that for years...clothes have been about covering up what I didn't like, minimizing everything that seemed to big. Hiding and shaping the me that I didn't really like so much. Stress, stress, stress over how I looked, stuck in a teeny tiny clothing niche, because it was the only thing I felt flattered in. I usually wore fitted tops, like a snug cardigan, and bootleg jeans. Everything else left me feeling large. Every worry was, "Does this flatter me?" and "Do I look fat in this?"
I think that's the battle of the once-rather-overweight girl. Maybe it just takes a while to lose it, or realize that life is too short to spend it wearing clothing that doesn't make you want to squeal for cuteness.
So, I've started to change a little. For example, the two pairs of skinny jeans I've welcomed into my drawers, and this flowy top. I know it's not the most thinning, the most flattering. But gosh darn it, I felt SO cute in it, that I just didn't care. And I had the perfect pink, rosy broach for the center. Who cares? Who stinkin' cares if its not va-va-voom flattering?! Shouldn't clothing be more about fun than about stressing over whether or not it flatters to the extreme? Maybe...just maybe...if you confidently wear something you love, you'll look even better than if you wear something that flatters, but leaves you feeling "meh".
...or that's what I'm telling myself so I can cash in on some flirty clothes that make me feel adorable, and suit my personality.