Kinda Sorta Never Dressing My Age

 

The older I get, the less interested I am in dressing my age and the more interested I am in just putting on the outfit.

This morning it was one of those slow Saturday moments. I stood in front of my closet longer than I needed to, not because I did not have anything to wear, but because I could feel that old habit creeping in. The one that makes you think you have to get it “right,” like someone is watching even when no one is there. Honestly, I am just going out to brunch with the hubs. But, why am I trying to find an outfit as if I were getting re-married?

Somewhere along the way, getting dressed is starting to feel like working two jobs. Like I needed to show up with something impressive, something styled, something worthy of attention, even if I was just going to the store or staying home. Now, I am not spending my summer overthinking what I want to wear every single day.

But I did not always feel like that.

Now why am I standing in my closet thinking about being younger, when getting dressed was simple. I would grab whatever I wanted to wear for that day. I loved to mix things that probably made no sense together, and walk out the door without a second thought. There was no performance in it, just clothing and a day ahead of me. Y'all I've been cutting up denim and taking scraps re-making stuff to wear even when people called it ugly.

It is funny how we spend years trying to fit in, only to eventually circle back to the parts of ourselves that already knew how to be comfortable in our own skin. 

These days, that is what I am learning again. Not every outfit has to be a seen moment and not every day has to be styled like it is being seen by everyone.

Sometimes it is just getting dressed and doing something while having clothes on. And that my Darling is a whole thing in itself. #justGettingdressed

Until next time here’s to Wearing What The FUNK You Want!

xo , Tangie