Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Pulling it Off


            “Oh, honey, I just can’t wear sleeves like that.”
            “I’ll leave those short dresses for the younger girls.”
            “Oh, I don’t wear capris. I just can’t pull it off.”
           

         I often find myself standing at work, after being told one variation or another of one of the above excuses for why a customer can’t wear this item or that one, a little bewildered by it all. As someone who tries not to enforce too many fashion restrictions on myself, I often find myself wondering why in the world so many women do.

             



             There was a time, not long ago in fact, when I wouldn’t wear stripes. I wouldn’t wear bright colors. You wouldn’t catch me daring to bare my flabby arms, or wear anything too daring at all for fear of drawing attention to myself. For fear that people would take notice of me and my grave sin of being fat. I’ve rather accepted the fact that I am fat and have decided that I am going to wear what I damn well please despite that. It has been the best decision of my entire life. I have never once regretted it.
           



          I find myself full of sadness when I come across women daily, and sometimes men, who are still stuck in the same mindset that I used to be. They limit themselves to dark colors, they tell themselves they can’t wear “busy” patterns, and they won’t allow themselves to buy a garment in a larger size, telling themselves they only deserve it when they reach that smaller size, and my heart aches for them.


 To all of you out there who live your lives in this way; I just want you to know that your life is right here waiting for you. There is no reason to wait to love yourself. Right now, as you are. You don’t need to lose a single more pound or burn a single calorie more to begin loving yourself. You are a beautiful, wonderful person exactly as you are this very moment.


 You can “pull it off”. You can pull off whatever you want. Wear those capris. Wear that short dress. Wear the damn tutu. Wear those neon heels. Wear that tank top and show off those flabby arms that carry your babies around all day. Your body works hard for you, show it some love. Shake off all those years of hate that yourself and others have taught you to feel for it. Pull it off.