{"id":213,"date":"2012-01-08T23:08:14","date_gmt":"2012-01-08T23:08:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kamillamilligan.com\/2012-01-08-a-rant-about-fashion-self-image-and-turning-40\/"},"modified":"2012-01-08T23:08:14","modified_gmt":"2012-01-08T23:08:14","slug":"2012-01-08-a-rant-about-fashion-self-image-and-turning-40","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kamillamilligan.com\/index.php\/2012\/01\/08\/2012-01-08-a-rant-about-fashion-self-image-and-turning-40\/","title":{"rendered":"A rant about fashion, self-image and turning 40"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had an experience yesterday that made me stop and take stock of how I&#8217;m doing as a woman. Out running errands and getting some air with baby I stopped by my favourite shoe store. My primary goal was to check out the selection for mom so I could let her know if they had anything for her (probably not right now &#8211; sorry mom!). I&#8217;ve been resisting going in for months, though it&#8217;s on my regular walk route, because the shoes are so rich and beautifully edible. That&#8217;s right: I&#8217;ve been avoiding going in because I like the shoes. After all, I bought my pair of back-to-work shoes already in the fall. Basic black loafers. Who needs more than one pair? I am sensible and I save money.<br \/>\nEntering the store I realized that a woman I know from work was there with her family (husband and daughter &#8211; hello if you&#8217;re out there!). She was trying on shoes &#8211; gorgeous boots and shoes, ones I would LOOVE to own and wear. But: I already have lots of footwear. One whole pair of work shoes (that is, work shoes I can wear with socks). Plus winter boots!! But the selection was gorgeous, baby wanted to see the lovely red boots, and soon enough I let her hold one and tried on some myself.<\/p>\n<p>My friend commented one an amazing red pair &#8211; knee high patent leather with buttons and stitch detailing &#8211; that they would look great on me and I should try them on. I said &#8220;no, I wouldn&#8217;t wear them.&#8221; &#8220;why not?&#8221; she persisted. &#8220;With leggings and a long shirt?&#8221; My reply, once out, shocked me: &#8220;I only have a few minutes in the morning anyways &#8211; I wouldn&#8217;t find the time to dress up.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Wow. First of all: when did I become a kill-joy? Second: amazingly rudely dismissive of a friendly and encouraging suggestion. Third: why do I think I&#8217;m not worth the time and effort to dress nicely? I keep saying I want to look and feel better, yet when a suggestion is offered I shrug it off automatically.<\/p>\n<p>My self-image, I realized, is at quite a low ebb. I have confidence in a fair number of areas, but fashion\/appearance\/presentation is decidedly not one of them. This also affects how I interact with people, apparently. I also end up feeling less worthy in some sort of broad way, thus not bringing everything I have to the table.<\/p>\n<p>Looking through smudgy glasses also doesn&#8217;t help. In fact, I&#8217;d like to detail here some of the unique challenges of this stage of motherhood on my attempts to look and feel good. First, tiredness. I&#8221;m not exhausted usually, but at least a bit more tired than I&#8217;d like, and that never helps sense of well-being. Second, lack of time. Dressing well takes time. Maybe not a lot, but more than I seem to have. I really do race around the house in the morning and always leave later than planned. Adding in make-up, hair and jewelry often is more than I can do. Third: smudgy glasses. I could clean them all day, and baby will keep grabbing them. And contacts, well, I used to wear them all the time but that goes back to points 2 and 1 (when I&#8217;m tired my eyes are drier and less comfy). Fourth: personal hair styling by my baby! She twists and pulls it constantly, taking out curl and adding frizz. Fifth and finally for this particular list: all outfits are assessed in terms of ease of boob access. I need to either breastfeed or pump in any outfit I&#8217;m wearing. And then there&#8217;s bras. During mat leave I usually went without. Then I had a number of months of wearing too-big, don&#8217;t fit, not right hand-me-down bras. BLAH! All nice bras don&#8217;t seem to be accessible. So glad I finally decided to let that go and buy 3 attractive, fit well and pretty easy to access bras this week.<\/p>\n<p>Having realized that all is not well in my sense of self, I&#8217;ve decided to get to work. I&#8217;m an attractive woman if I make some effort, so I am going to. That means: getting rid of lousy clothes, buying the good\/right clothes (and spending money if need be!), and taking time to plan outfits so I can dress well with less effort. It also means following up on earlier plans to do a wardrobe inventory and really figure out what I wear and need.<\/p>\n<p>Today saw some progress. After meeting an old friend at the mall we ended up at The Bay. I found a lovely red winter coat, a new cardigan (funky green dressyish) and a red fossil purse. YAY!! With the new winter coat I can now wear the awesome grey felt fedora-type hat husband picked up for me. I cannot believe enhancement in how I feel with these purchases &#8211; I can&#8217;t wait to get dressed! And I think I&#8217;m going to ask husband to pick up some boots I put on hold at the shoe store &#8211; winter booties in a taupey waterproof suede that are comfy and cool.<\/p>\n<p>All this relates to my upcoming birthday. I&#8217;m turning 40. And while that doesn&#8217;t matter in lots of ways. I choose to turn 40 feeling confident in myself inside and out. 40 feels like a chance to be the grown-up I want to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had an experience yesterday that made me stop and take stock of how I&#8217;m doing as a woman. Out running errands and getting some air with baby I stopped by my favourite shoe store. 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