One of the many reasons I am in love with vintage fashion is women had more style. Getting ready for the day had a different meaning back in the 1940's, and 1950's when going outdoors meant putting on your best hat and gloves. These days I go out in a t-shirt and jeans and it's acceptable.
I don't want to resort to that way of thinking, I want to get dressed up each day and take my time to care about my appearance. I want to be excited about clothing again, and feel pretty.
I've been doing a lot of soul searching this year, making goals for myself. I know that I want to lose weight and get into a healthy lifestyle routine, but until that day comes, do I have to hate what I look like?
Since I know that my biggest critic is the one looking back at me in the mirror, I have tried not to let my inner self be so mean to me. I've tried to smother the hateful comments I make to myself in my mind on more than one occasion. I think it is a learning process to love yourself completely. Until I can do that, I have to settle with what I can work on, which is how I dress myself in each day.
I have started to wear more "dressy" outfits to work, and it does make a difference in how I feel. I've also started doing my hair more often (see previous posts below), which has made a huge difference in how I look at myself.
I look back at my reflection with my hair done up, my make up on, a put together outfit, and I actually can think the words "beautiful."
I'm reminded of a video passed around years ago by Dove that's entitled: Dove Real Beauty Sketches.
I actually cried while watching the video, it's very touching. It definitely says a lot about what people, women mostly, think of themselves.
I've looked at women before who I think are gorgeous, and realize that though they might not share my same insecurities, they have their own.
No one is perfect, we all have flaws. I think that all of us have a bit of trouble loving ourselves in spite of those flaws. Harder still is loving ourselves completely, flaws and all.
I'm going to make a choice to love myself every day. To be grateful for my body, because it keeps me alive. I'm going to be grateful for my thighs because I can walk, and for my stomach because it means I have food to eat. I'll be grateful for my arms because I can carry things, and show affection by giving hugs.
What a difference it would make if we all exercised self love.
I don't want to resort to that way of thinking, I want to get dressed up each day and take my time to care about my appearance. I want to be excited about clothing again, and feel pretty.
I've been doing a lot of soul searching this year, making goals for myself. I know that I want to lose weight and get into a healthy lifestyle routine, but until that day comes, do I have to hate what I look like?
Since I know that my biggest critic is the one looking back at me in the mirror, I have tried not to let my inner self be so mean to me. I've tried to smother the hateful comments I make to myself in my mind on more than one occasion. I think it is a learning process to love yourself completely. Until I can do that, I have to settle with what I can work on, which is how I dress myself in each day.
I have started to wear more "dressy" outfits to work, and it does make a difference in how I feel. I've also started doing my hair more often (see previous posts below), which has made a huge difference in how I look at myself.
I look back at my reflection with my hair done up, my make up on, a put together outfit, and I actually can think the words "beautiful."
I'm reminded of a video passed around years ago by Dove that's entitled: Dove Real Beauty Sketches.
I actually cried while watching the video, it's very touching. It definitely says a lot about what people, women mostly, think of themselves.
No one is perfect, we all have flaws. I think that all of us have a bit of trouble loving ourselves in spite of those flaws. Harder still is loving ourselves completely, flaws and all.
I'm going to make a choice to love myself every day. To be grateful for my body, because it keeps me alive. I'm going to be grateful for my thighs because I can walk, and for my stomach because it means I have food to eat. I'll be grateful for my arms because I can carry things, and show affection by giving hugs.
What a difference it would make if we all exercised self love.
