Yikes. I am going to twenty seven. I can’t believe it. I will swear to anyone who asks that I was just a teenager worried about my first love and what to wear to prom.
Funny enough, I think I still dress and present myself like that seventeen year old girl. I was the girl who lived in ponytails and jeans… the girl who knew nothing about blow drying her hair or unique styles. The problem: I am still the girl, or I guess the proper term for me is woman.
I’ve had amazing life experiences; I’ve seen places that are beautiful. I’ve broken hearts and had my heart broken. I’ve met the man who really is my prince charming, perfect for me in everyway even if I will never admit it. I’ve been pregnant and had a beautiful little girl. I’ve battled through having a NICU baby, a child with delays, the hardships that come with being a stay at home mom in a place where twenty-something’s aren’t even thinking about marriage let alone babies. And here I am still in the same old clothes.
So when my cousin Lynda, who you heard from, started to discuss New Years resolutions we made a pact. (We know it is past New Years, so maybe in our journey to dress and act like adults we can also work on doing things on time, but that might be a hopeless cause.) What was our pact? To find our own style. Our own adult style. We will become healthy and happy adults who look the part. No more forgetting to put face cream on at night. No more opting to catch a few more moments of sleep instead of taking time to do, or even brush, our hair.
Maybe for most people, this seems silly. Why would two women not be doing this already? And if we aren’t why can’t we be happy the way we are? Well to be honest, why not do this? Style icons are icons not because of their clothes but because they found something through clothing to express who they are. It is a way of being proud of who you are, where you came from and where you plan to go.
I read a quote the other day that said: Trends may come and go but true love is never out of fashion.
Well here’s to a true type of love, the love of self. Here’s to our one year journey, and the many surprises that may come.
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