On the bus this morning on my way to work a woman standing down the aisle from me caught my eye – tall, blond hair neatly pulled back in a pony, pencil skirt, good boots, funky swing jacket, fun scarf – she looked great, pulled together, good. “love her style” I thought to myself “would like to look like that”
and that’s when it hit me – I used to BE that girl – put together, chic, well-groomed, fashionable, confident
30 or so pounds and several life-crisis ago, that is
well crap, it’s time to go back to being THAT girl
I have a closet full of fantastic clothes – great jackets, funky skirts, chic pants, cute tops – but all 2 or 3 sizes too small – this must change
Lately I have taken to wearing my lulu pants or jeans to work with a sweater or hoodie and my Chucks. On the one hand, SO LUCKY I can dress like that at the office. On the other, it has allowed me to become lazy and complacent and not make any effort in getting dressed in the morning. I have become LAZY. And COMPLACENT. My mother would most definitely not approve.
I mean who cares, right? No one is going to see me, what does it matter?
Oh, it matters. Believe me, IT MATTERS! I need to make that effort again, care about what I put on before heading out the door. Be the girl people look at and say “wow, she looks GREAT! what style!” I was that girl and will be again. Soon. I figure by the end of April I can get my act together, drop 2 sizes and be right back in my kicky skirts and flirty tops, feeling good about being ME.
Show the world the best version of me and then the sky’s the limit – there will be no stopping what this girl can do!
will keep you posted . . .
*the fact that the episode of Beauty Call that I filmed a few months ago wherein they (and Whitney Port!) called me FAT (I am a size 12 to 14) in at least 18 different ways on national television has NOTHING to do with this!