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Monday, October 7, 2013

'Fitting in' with fashion

It struck me, mid 'I have nothing to wear' meltdown this weekend, that lately I aspire to be much more fashionable than I ever manage to pull off. I know what is 'in', and I know what I would like to wear. And I really do love fashion. But I have an image in my head of how I would like to look in my clothes and (literally) fitting into that image is not always possible.

As I see it, there are several major roadblocks to me being the fabulous fashionista I aspire to be:
1.  Obviously, I am not the size I would like to be. I love the size 2 fashions, but they don't so much work on this post-baby body.
2. I, like so many other women, live in the world of 'I'll buy it when I lose the weight'. And, as a result, I don't buy it. My closet is looking pretty damn pitiful these days, but who wants to spend the money when, god willing, you will not be this size all that much longer? I like nice things, and have in the past (and would like to again) buy nice things; but I will not buy a $200+ pair of jeans just to see them not fit in a matter of months.
3. I wear what fits my body, and that doesn't always come in the most stylish of items. Sadly, fit often has to come before fashion. For example, I wore a shirt this past weekend that was cut the right way and flattered my body the right way (I even got a couple 'you look like you've lost weight' compliments) but seriously, there wasn't a fashion forward thing about the shirt. It was boring and Mom-ish and made me feel frumptastic. I AM cooler than that! But what do you do? In a choice between wearing something flattering or wearing something fashionable, I feel like you gotta go with flattering. Boring, basic, sad, but flattering.

Obviously full-figured-fashions (god I hate that term) can be flattering and do not have to be boring or frumpy. But I would have to spend money and invest in the body I have now, which is something I am not willing to do. So, until I manage to find Amy of Yesteryear, the frump fest may well continue. Don't judge. Just know that I know.  

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