So I am sitting here watching an episode of What Not to Wear on TLC. This episode chronicles the transformation of a woman named Bailey who lost 60 lbs but kept wearing t-shirts and ill fitting jeans to hide herself from the world. At first I felt sorry for her but then I realized something. I realized that in some ways I am Bailey.
Sure I haven't lost 60 pounds recently actually I've gained quite a few (last week I found out that I moved up a jean size) but for some reason I have been hiding myself from the world. Now I am analyzing why this seems to be true. I don't think that I look horrible or disastrous but still I dress like Bailey. I am always in jeans. I own maybe ten pairs of jeans and not one pair fit properly. Some are a bit too big around the waist but tight everywhere else. Others are just too tight. The problem for me I guess is that I have never really taken the time to really take care of myself. Even at an age when I should be fully self involved and completely obsessed with what I look like, I don't care at all.
In the beginning I would say to myself "It's just about the way society forces us to see ourselves.It's all materialistic and chauvinistic and real women don't care so much about looks." Ha, now I know that's all an excuse. I guess years of wearing a uniform, and by years I mean my entire life, have numbed me of the need to take pride in what I look like. That could be one reason or it could also be that I am one of those girls who just doesn't care. Maybe I need Stacy and Clinton to come and talk some sense into me. I could just be moping about something that doesn't exist but then again my fashion sense is still evolving.
It could also be that in today's society I simply care too much. When I figure all of this out I'll let you know.
So goes yet another random musing
You have to realize love, that the uniform has partly helped you to become the strong and independant individual you are today. Saving those extra few minutes every morning picking out what to wear has extended your time to concentrate on more important things.
ReplyDeleteAnd as far as fashion is concerned, I have always found your tastes to be quite classy and elegant.
You don't need Stacy and Clinton; you just need these next few years and a few good friends to go shopping with. You'll find your identity through fashionable cloths just as you did through fashionable uniforms.
(Sarcasm on the fashionable and uniforms.)