i have a friend at work who’s always fly. you know, hair done, nails done, everything big – fancy fly. she comes to the office with her reddish mohawk-styled hair, four-inch heels, cute & chunky accessories,
pretty dresses, everything in place and just doing her thing. when i first took
my job i’d come to work and see her and then look down at my boring button down
shirt, ugly ass black slacks and ordinary flats…and sigh.
i used to be her.
well, minus the mohawk, but you know what i mean.
we’ve since become friends and during a recent conversation i told her that once upon a time i actually had style. (i’m pretty sure she didn’t believe me.) but i’m a fashion design major for goodness sake! i told her i had worked in the entertainment industry for over 10 years and could be creative as i wanted going to work, but
after jumping into the corporate “business attire” world i totally lost myself.
business attire to me had always meant throwing on a cute pair of heels with my
business attire? that means button down shirts, ugly ass black slacks and ordinary flats, right?
it also didn’t help that i left my entertainment industry career after i had my son. so not only was i not used to corporate culture and the whole dress code thing, but i was trying to dress this post-pregnancy body that i wasn’t used to. nothing fit the same, i couldn’t get any of my cute jeans over my new thicker thighs, all of a sudden i had a muffin top that
bulged out over the waistline of any pants i wore. on top of that i had absolutely no
energy to work it off.
girlfriend didn’t want to hear any of my lame excuses. she just looked at me with all kinds of concern on her face and said in her deep southern lilt, “honey, you can’t lose your swag…especially when you’re married. you gotta look good for your husband.”
can i be completely honest here? it never even occurred to me before my conversation with my friend that i needed to be looking good for my husband. (i know what you’re thinking, but anyway…)
call me selfish, whatever, i’m an only child. blame my parents.
my style had always been about me. i wore what i wanted because it made me feel good and beautiful and sexy. i figured either my man would like it or not, but i wasn’t going out of my way to wow him.
so now i’m armed with a new perspective. promising myself to do better (and lose the muffin top in the process) and be that fly chick again. in fact, i donated a bunch of wack "i'm-trying-to-fit-into-the-corporate-world-wearing-all-the-wrong-stuff clothes so i won't be reaching for those to wear to the office.
but i’m wondering ladies, am i alone in this? have you ever gone through a time period where you just lost your swag and your style just became...blah? or are you always on top of your “fancy” game and never miss a beat?