If I had a penny for every time I changed my style to match whatever was trending, I’d be the richest cowgirl sipping sweet tea at the fanciest garden party in DallasTexas. Today's post is my personal take on why judging another woman’s outfits is outdated, and how real style is about wearing what the funk you want! #andthatsoneveryfunkythang
But somewhere along the way, I got tired of chasing trends, tired of second-guessing myself, and tired of trying to fit into styles that didn’t fit the look I wanted. #anotherstorycoming
Over the years, I’ve found more joy in discovering odd, weird, unexpected little pieces I like and rocking accessories. Now I share those things with the folks who follow me online, because maybe, just maybe, it’ll help someone else feel okay showing up exactly as they are. #iamnotastylist
It still blows my mind how guilty I used to feel about rewearing the same dress from last week, as if somehow that made me less stylish. The fear of being judged is real, and if you’re reading this and you’ve ever talked yourself out of an outfit you loved just because it wasn’t “in,” I get it. I’ve done it more times than Michael Jackson doing his famous moonwalk.
As a former hairstylist, I’ve heard this conversation more times than I can count. Women sitting in the salon chair asking for a full makeover from head to toe, not always because they want change, but because they feel like they have to in order to keep up with what’s trending.
It’s the silent pressure we don’t talk about, that invisible urge to fit in with the women at work, church, or brunch.
And now, with social media in the mix, I see so many women, young and grown, trying to keep up with styles that don’t even reflect who they really are. #openconversation
The truth is, wearing what you actually want, in or out of season, is powerful. It’s not just about style, to me it’s about freedom. Wearing something and not caring who likes it, that’s liberating.
I’ll never tell another woman what to wear or not to wear. Your style is just as valid as mine and the people you encounter daily. We can show up in the same room, dressed completely different, and still both be beautiful.
I genuinely believe our personal style can be a guide, not a rulebook. When we show up as ourselves, we make space for others to do the same. And that’s on every Funky thang!
The real joy is in the mix. A room full of women dressed in different styles is a room full of stories waiting to be told; that’s not chaos, darling, that’s a conversation starter. #realtea
Forget the copy and paste outfits and boring trends. I want to see what a woman from Lafayette, Louisiana would wear if she blended it with a little Charleston flair. I want to see real style that feels lived in, not just styled for the 'gram. #instagram 🙂
Bring back the penny loafers. Yes, the real ones, the ones with an actual penny tucked in. I grew up on that. We used to wear them with long skirts, tight tops, denim vests, and chains. That was the look. And you know what, most of us didn’t even appreciate it back then.
Now we live in a time of overconsumption. You post an outfit once and it’s already considered old news. If you wear it again, people act like you’ve run out of clothes. And heaven forbid you wear the same thing to work twice in one month.
I laugh now, but I used to hate the way my mom dressed me when I was kid or should I say I didn’t appreciate it.
I can still picture it. My hair pressed and slick with Crown Royal hair grease, my dress starched and puffed with a petticoat underneath, shiny tap shoes on my feet, and white lace socks to match.
I complained back then, but those clothes had meaning. They had quality. They were put together with care. We matched things that didn’t match, but somehow it all worked. My mom, a single working woman, kept us dressed to the nines. Did I appreciate it at the time? Not really. I wanted what the other girls had. And anytime I spoke up, she’d pop me on the mouth and say, “You’re wearing this, not that.”
Flashback Moment: I can see her style was top tier now that I am older and looking back on gone memories.
Well, that day came.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love style, but I don’t need to be style. I don’t need to fit into someone else’s fashion rules to feel good. I want to be surrounded by women who love what they have on, who can walk in confidence, whether they’re wearing a ten-dollar dress or a two-hundred-dollar coat.
Fashion has become so loud that we can barely have coffee without someone trying to outdress the next woman at the table. Yes, darling, it’s gotten exhausting. Thanks to social media
Style, to me, is personal. It should be celebrated, especially among women. When we stop judging and start appreciating each other’s taste, that’s when the real beauty walks into the room.
I embrace my friend who can thrift an entire outfit for five dollars, and I also embrace the one co-worker who shops at Walmart and rocks it to the 9’s. And yes, I also embrace thegirlies who wear Gucci just because she wants to.
And before you come for me, just remember, this is my point of view.
Because your style doesn’t need my approval, and that’s why I’ll never say “wear this” or “don’t wear that.”
Lastly: What’s one outfit you wore that made you feel like you, even if it wasn’t trendy? Drop it in the comments or tag me using #wearwhatthefunkyouwant. Let’s celebrate real style.
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See you in the next post, :)
Tangie
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