Flannel. And Sweatpaints.
I just realized how incredibly amazing and beautiful I feel today. And that, the above statement, are the things that I am wearing.
Clothes do not define me. They are something that I cover myself, (and might I add here, I do cover myself) and they are not who I am. I can have the same intelligent conversation in my Dad's old flannel and boy sweatpaints that I can have in a dress.
Why don't we celebrate this more? This feeling we all have where we don't feel the need to doll ourselves up and yet, we still feel amazing? Am I alone in this? Becuase, quite frankly, I feel sexier in flannel and shorts than I do when I wear the nicest most exspensive dress (not that I'm disclaiming these things).
It just made me think, that you know, even though I like to dress up and wear nice clothes, I can still feel just as beautiful in old, raggedy, smelly, used to be boy, clothes.
And might I add...that I am wearing lipstick while I clean my room and wear my flannel and sweats? :)
Have a wonderful day ladies. And no matter what you are wearing today, remember, it's the you inside that counts.
Stay Beautiful People.
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