WhatIWore: Lately I’ve been feeling a more casual, bohemian kind of vibe. Not so much like the festival going music lover as much as the mature woman who shops at farmer’s markets and likes gardening. Where the hell do I get this stuff? Anyways, I often think about who I want to be and how to dress the part like life was a play and I’m wearing costumes. Maybe anything to avoid being myself. I don’t know?
Wait wait… stay with me! So it’s no secret that I’ve been feeling uncomfortable with my body lately. I’m so heavy chested that I feel I can’t wear the styles I’m drawn to. Until last weekend when I just threw my figurative hands in the air and said EFF IT! (the actual curse words) and put on what I wanted to wear, regardless of whether it was “flattering” or not.
I really really hate the use of the word flattering. Or more specifically not flattering. It’s become a socially acceptable way of saying “you don’t look as good as you could” or “you don’t look good” or what I really think it’s code for is “You don’t look thin” and I hate it.
When I put this on and looked in the mirror, flattering (read: thin) was not what I got. But I decided to wear it anyway and then Adam took these photos and ya know, it’s not as unflattering as I thought either. It’s fine!
So I’m just gonna get over myself and my huge boobs and for the love of all things good (and my self esteem), it’s about effing time that I stop myself from not wearing things that some random internet stranger is going to not only think are not flattering” let alone say it outloud. #runonsentence #endrant #somanyitalics
Phew. I just needed to get that out. Onwards!
When: June 17, 2017
Hat: Self Made
Shades: Karen Walker ‘Super Duper’
Top: J.Crew Beach Cover Up, old
Jeans: Pointe Sur by J.Crew, old
Sandals: Clarks (gift from a few years ago)
Where: Farmer’s Market, Out to Lunch