I feel sorry for this generation.
They want to yell from the rooftops about freedoms, but they also want to restrict personal choices by determining who should do what, wear what, see what.
They want to shame those who don’t want to follow their plan.
Really?
I can’t imagine a world without choices on what side my hair is parted on, just as I cannot imagine a world where we are all one color or one faith or one political party.
I celebrate individuality. I love the spark that sets some people apart from others. I like when someone just chooses to not “go with the flow” of the general consensus. I remember one girl in high school that everyone felt was weird because she wore a velvet, full length cape. To me, she looked like SuperWoman because she had the strength to be herself. She walked into our high school, head held high and towering above everyone else in her selected garb.
Different, yes.
Bold, yes.
But, it was her and I applauded her choices.
Growing up I was not one to follow what the trends were and that has remained true as I have gotten older. I have had every hair color imaginable with the exception of pastels. I have worn vintage, Goodwill and hand me downs. I wore outfits and styles that were my own. I have had no problem in living out loud throughout my years!
Needless to say, I have clothes and shoes in my closet which are older than the sirens of ‘you can no longer wear that society’.
It is nearly laughable.
You should wear the look that is best for you, not some social media clown.
You do not need to be a different version of yourself.
You need to be you, the best you possible.
Do you think, for any reason besides their need for followers, they are boasting their ‘don’ts’?
We need leaders.
We need to stand to our truth of self.
We need different parts, different styles, different paths.
Be you, side part, skinny jeans or not!
Just choose you, because at the end of the day YOU is a wonderful place to be!
It’s just clothes.
I’ve been amazed at my fashion turnaround since Tom got sick. Lately I’ve been known to go to Kroger’s in sweats…tops and bottoms. Never done that before. Too afraid of how I’d looked to others, who would judge me as lazy, or fashion ignorant.
As Tom got sicker, I enjoyed the freedom of not caring anymore what others thought. New and late in the day for me at 74.
Now that he is more stable, I don’t care how I look ever. I stop the fashion police at the door and have stopped competing in beauty pageants.
So glad not to care anymore, but still love to get all “Gussied Up.”
Aunt Gussie was devoted to looking fine during her time on earth. She was the litmus test for all the female relatives of her era.
Round, soft, husband and childless, she always looked and took the care and time required to look lovely. She was already in control. The combination was heady.
So now I know how to look both … shabby and chic.