I once showed up at an event in a cute and trendy maxi-dress even though I was supposed to be wearing a branded t-shirt.
I hate “most” t-shirts. They are rarely flattering, especially the unisex style with a high neckline. They make busty women like me, look like we have a uni-boob.
When I turned forty, I gave up my battle with clothes, making the decision to only buy/wear clothes that flattered my body type and made me feel good when I wore them. Boxy t-shirts do not make me feel good.
Before the event, I wrestled with the t-shirt in my hotel room. I tried tying it, tucking it in, and stretching the neckline. I hated how I looked and hated that I felt like I was being forced to conform.
After a few swear words and lots of tears, I tossed it on the bed and put on my dress.
When my husband, who looked buff and handsome in his t-shirt, and I showed up to the event, I stood out like a sore thumb. Even though I matched my accessories (purse and sunglasses) to the color of the t-shirt.
You better believe I saw the dirty looks and heard the whispers.
But you know what else, I had countless women come up to me and say, I wish I had your courage.
I realize this story makes some of you uncomfortable. If you’re a Gretchin Rubin fan, you’re likely what she calls an upholder or maybe an obliger.
Not me. I’m a questioner with a little bit of rebel to round me out. I only go with the flow if it makes sense to me.
I'm not a fan of dead fish.
Anyways, that’s enough of today’s story time. I am off to throw axes. No really. It’s the first night of our winter axe throwing league.
When was the last time you zigged when everyone else was zagging?
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