Today was a busy day of packing for the beach. So beyond ordering a drink made with scotch (when I know how badly scotch burns my gullet), I have only one microscopic bravery for today. Despite my weight, I wore a fitted dress with horizontal stripes tonight. Please don’t report me to the “What Not to Wear” people.
As a woman who never shops in the petite section, I feel strange showing off my figure. Read: I wear baggy clothes a lot. I hide.
I know this doesn’t actually render the extra weight invisible. On the contrary, big plus baggy clothes typically equal an even bigger look. But I still feel the imperative to hide behind extra fabric.
The dress I wore tonight isn’t perfect for my, ahem, figure, but it is cute. I like it. So why shouldn’t I get to wear it? Limiting myself to shapeless clothing isn’t very much fun and it isn’t fair to me. I say, no more! At least for tonight.
Here I am in all my horizontally striped glory:
I know, I know, I really need to lose weight.
But here’s the thing. As inconsequential as they are (no one ever dies from wearing unflattering clothing), these rules about what you must wear/look like can be very limiting. Who says I can’t wear something I think is fun and lovely just because I don’t have a perfect figure?
Little by little, these rules chip away at the pleasure I take in going out into the world. So I think they are worth challenging. Even if it means my butt looked really big tonight.