A long, long time ago, I wrote about "gift wrap":
So that's the backstory. What I wanted to write about was gift wrap. You know when you get someone a gift that you're especially proud of (b/c you know they'll love it and it's just perfect)? You don't just hand it to them in the bag it came in, but you take the proper time and effort to wrap it nicely, in beautiful paper and maybe a few ribbons.Yesterday, I had the occasion to put that into practice:
Well that's exactly how I feel about myself now. I find myself wearing less black. I find myself getting frustrated with pants that are too big. I am wearing more color. I am buying myself pretty, delicate things with flowers printed on them. I'm showing off a little here and there (especially my arms). I'm not skimping on buying things of low quality, or that hide my body in a tent. I make sure i get pedicures and that my skin is moisturized. I have almost stopped my obsessive skin picking (or at least greatly reduced it--and that's another mom vs. my body story to tell another day).
In Hamlet, Polonius says "For the apparel oft proclaims the man." I hope the world is taking notice of what I'm proclaiming. I hope it translates to "I take good care of myself. I won't let you treat me badly."
I am gift wrapping myself for the world. And yes, it's because I love myself and I'm my own imperfect perfection.
I'm wearing this dress to work today with the jacket, leggins, and knee-high boots. If 16 year-old Robby could see me now!