April 4, 2013

I'm wearing dresses... end of story

Dresses. Yup. I said I was going to wear them this year and I am going to ... come hell or high water.

I've always loved dresses...especially the pretty little sixties styles donned by Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby. I've just always pretended that I loved jeans and hoodies more. I am proud to say I have gradually evolved from the hoodie and I'm on to cardigans and jackets now. I realized that I feel one thousand percent better when I'm wearing appropriate apparel in any given situation. For years I was the girl wearing heels to the backyard barbecue. Or a black hoodie as a pitiful and embarassing attempt to dress up an outfit. I would have on a t-shirt and vest shoveling snow during a blizzard - no gloves, no hat - just a stupid vest and probably a double ear infection. I just didn't seem to care. But deep down I always wished that I had the body to wear the clothes that I loved. The trends and the pretty things. Who doesn't want that???

Well, this year I've adopted a new motto - F it. I am never going to be a size two. I'm not going to reach a height of 5'9" ... or even 5'2". My sprouting days are long gone and I am what I am. A stocky little shrimpo with hair that's probably too long for my age and pink shoes that are too young for me. What's that motto again? Right. F it. So my torso isn't very long and I have hips, my boobs are too big for my frame and my legs are wicked short. I'm wearing these dresses, end of story. I refuse to live the rest of my life worrying that people will whisper behind my back. Can you believe she's wearing that jacket?? She looks like a linebacker! What about that skirt?? Her hips look enormous! She shouldn't wear scarves - they just make her double chin look bigger. People may or may not say these things - I'm pretty sure it's mostly me who thinks about this crap anyway. Regardless, it's time to move on.

I have bought four new dresses so far this year! I haven't worn any of them. In my defense it's been too cold... and two of them are sundresses... and I can't reach the zipper on a couple so I can only wear them when Gregg is home! Shut up, I'll wear them soon. And you'll be the first to know.