
This tags onto conversations I’ve had with two friends this week about our wardrobes. In both instances, I was noted for putting a lot of time, energy and money into her clothes. One of my friends was shocked to hear what I spend yearly on clothes and commented that she hadn’t shopped for clothes in two years and just spent $250 on clothes that will last her another two years. Her inference was that I was frivolous to be spending so much time and/or money on my look.
My other friend shops more regularly and our discussion hinged more on fit and what works and what doesn’t. But it was clear that unlike me, she would never just wander into Saks or Bloomies to see what’s new and walk about with a shopping bag. All in all, both conversations made me look at myself and clarified the simple fact that I love clothes and find how I present myself to the world as being very important.
As a plus size woman, part of the way I celebrate who I am is by what I wear. In some ways it serves as a form of armor. Are we not, as plus size women, labeled in all sort of derogatory ways? Are we not constantly reminded by the world around us that we are not good enough because of our size? I decided a long time ago that no one got to label me but me and part of this is based on the clothes I wear and the “me” I present to the world. And what it comes down to is that I am better in this world when I feel fabulous and comfortable in how I look. For example, I have one dress in particular that I love to wear when I’m feeling sassy and sexy. It’s a simply jersey dress in a gorgeous eggplant and black concentric circle design – it fits me perfectly and I love what it does to me. I walk differently. I carry myself differently. And I am noticed differently than when I’m wearing, say, a black pantsuit. I compare that to how I feel in baggy old stretch pants with an over-sized t-shirt. I don’t move in the same way and quite honestly, I don’t feel good about myself at all.
I guess what I’m saying is, if actresses and celebrities can be celebrated for their wardrobes - why can’t I? I make no apologies for where I spend my money and the clothes I love to purchase and wear. I wear my favorite items over and over and over and I delight in doing so. I dream and scheme and shop for the next season and eagerly anticipate when I get to wear that incredible dress I just bought for spring and how it’s going to feel! My clothes may be from Saks or they may be from Target, but they serve to make me feel prettier, sexier and stylish. I am worth stepping out the door wearing clothes that I love and that help me feel great. I am worth buying clothes that I love and that I can afford and I am worth never apologizing for that. I see the inherent beauty in the beloved clothes we put next to our skin. Life is too short to do it any other way.
Quite simply - if clothes make the man, is it too much to expect that they can also make the woman?