Femininity always makes me think of pink bows in ones hair or twin sweater sets with a string of pearls. Beauty to me is more about being comfortable in your own skin rather than looking or acting a certain way. I'm not sure why so many designers confuse being a woman with being stiff and uptight. I'm not Katherine Hepburn or an Audrey for that matter. I never had a style. and I most certainly hate shopping. I hate paying for clothes, and I hate trying stuff on. I hate how everything is "cute" and how all the cool stuff comes in an extra small. Why do store mirrors always seem to highlight every flaw? But most days I manage to find something to wear. I change it up a bit...Some days I gravitate toward the casual, hanging out on the beach on a cool spring day mode of j.crew. It makes me feel very "laid back" and "easy going". Other days I need power.. skirts, dressy shoes, and cashmere sweaters. It's my "I have something to say so you better listen closely" look. I like mixing it up, but it doesn't matter what it is, it matters how it feels. If I feel good, I look good, I smile and people always notice (good and bad). I hate it when you dress up and everyone comments on it..."have a date" or "what's the special occasion". I also hate it when older men comment on how you look. This guy I work with (he's about my fathers age) commented on my blouse today. It made me uncomfortable, and almost seemed patronizing. I'm not sure why and I don't think he meant any harm, but it made me feel less in control. I believe that every girl needs a compliment once in a while. It reconfirms the choice of the purchase. While I've heard that women dress to impress other women and maintain their status we must remember that "Beauty is how you see it" and not what others see.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Mother Of Pearl
Femininity always makes me think of pink bows in ones hair or twin sweater sets with a string of pearls. Beauty to me is more about being comfortable in your own skin rather than looking or acting a certain way. I'm not sure why so many designers confuse being a woman with being stiff and uptight. I'm not Katherine Hepburn or an Audrey for that matter. I never had a style. and I most certainly hate shopping. I hate paying for clothes, and I hate trying stuff on. I hate how everything is "cute" and how all the cool stuff comes in an extra small. Why do store mirrors always seem to highlight every flaw? But most days I manage to find something to wear. I change it up a bit...Some days I gravitate toward the casual, hanging out on the beach on a cool spring day mode of j.crew. It makes me feel very "laid back" and "easy going". Other days I need power.. skirts, dressy shoes, and cashmere sweaters. It's my "I have something to say so you better listen closely" look. I like mixing it up, but it doesn't matter what it is, it matters how it feels. If I feel good, I look good, I smile and people always notice (good and bad). I hate it when you dress up and everyone comments on it..."have a date" or "what's the special occasion". I also hate it when older men comment on how you look. This guy I work with (he's about my fathers age) commented on my blouse today. It made me uncomfortable, and almost seemed patronizing. I'm not sure why and I don't think he meant any harm, but it made me feel less in control. I believe that every girl needs a compliment once in a while. It reconfirms the choice of the purchase. While I've heard that women dress to impress other women and maintain their status we must remember that "Beauty is how you see it" and not what others see.
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Isn't it SO weird how the compliment can make you completely light up or unbelievably uncomfortable? There are times that I put extra effort into my appearance, and if no one says anything, I feel really down. But at the same time, there are times where if people compliment me (like you were saying) I get uncomfortable--even angry. I think there's a part of me that wants people to notice, but not to realize that I don't look that great on a regular basis.
Ah, the difficult life of the American woman!
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