Dotted Top: Forever 21, $13.80
Sweater: Forever 21, $6
Jeans: Kohls, $30
Shoes: Old Navy, $17
Purse: H&M, $28
Necklace: Forever 21, $6
Why did I wait so long to get a polka dotted top? Every morning I wake up and ask myself, what will I pair with my dotted top today? It's all I ever want to wear. So I bought another one, when I went thrifting yesterday (and by thrifting I mean I went to a consignment store and paid $21 for just two items...), and now I have two dotted tops. I figure I will just switch between the two every day for the rest of my life. Hope that's okay with you. No?
One thing about being a style blogger is that I have to look at photos of myself every single day. It's tough. That might sound silly, but for most of my life, I've had the reoccurring desire to attain "perfection", starting with so many other areas in my life, and ending with my body. It's hard to constantly remind myself that a) I've lost about 50 pounds & should be proud of that, b) I'm healthier than I've ever been and c) I do not have to look like a Victoria's Secret model in order to be attractive to myself and to my husband, which are the two opinions that matter most.
I always thought "Once I reach xxx weight, I will never say anything negative about my body ever again!". That was ten pounds ago. And guess what? I still could find plenty to say. I used to get mad when I'd hear thin women complain about what seemed to be minuscule flaws in their body, but I get it now. I (like so many other women) seem to have this messed up perception of how far we are from "perfect". Like any flaw at all is completely unacceptable, and thighs that are slightly bigger than desirable are "thunder thighs" and a stomach that's not quite as flat as the wall is "a tire". And perfect is so subjective anyway. To the runway, it's 5'11 and 110 pounds, no chest or curves to speak of. To the average guy's magazine, it's a busty, curvaceous, blonde bombshell. Such stark contrasts! And God bless the women who naturally look like either of those things (because I'm certainly not hatin' on the females that are just gorgeous by nature!), but to set the standard that this is what beauty looks like means that for all of us that don't look like that, we have to change. Even if we're healthy. Even if we thought we were happy.
I guess this is also kind of triggered by the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated that I saw and flipped through at the store the other day. Within seconds, I felt incredibly insecure and unwomanly. And after that, I got mad. I am so sick of society having a say over what I think about my body. I am so sick of the stronghold they keep over women, chanting "Work harder! Get thinner! Eat less! You can be perfect, too!". I know this can all get really hairy and heated, because we all are the ones deciding what we choose to believe in and let affect us, but this is me, being real. And this week, it's been tough looking at photos of myself.
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Nicole is doing a really awesome series kind of similar to this post this week. I was going to write for her but never got the chance... you should check it out!
Also, this is seriously, seriously not me trying to fish for compliments. Please don't take it that way. I'm just sharing what's on my heart tonight, maybe in hopes of reaching other pretty ladies who sometimes don't always feel so pretty. I know I'm attractive. How's that for fishing for compliments, huh?! I'LL JUST COMPLIMENT MYSELF! </end self-gratifying statement.>