Happy Friday, everyone! Hope you are well and safe wherever you are. A few days ago, I promised myself a treat after handing in the first part of my coursework. No, it has nothing to do with food, but a lot to do with making my soul happy by dressing up and putting on makeup. It’s been a long time since I put on work clothes and makeup on my face. It’s been two months already. I missed prettifying myself and getting dressed for work! So, a little playtime was in order. I looked at my wardrobe a few days ago and checked if there’s anything in it that I haven’t worn. Or if there’s an outfit I haven’t tried doing. So here I am, wearing black, with a pop of nude and red here and there.
As a big girl, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to dress fashionably. All the nice clothes, it seemed to me, were made just for the slimmer girls. So where’s the justice in that? Pre-lockdown, I’ve always felt conscious that I look drab even in my favourite clothes. But recently, I came to the realisation that it doesn’t matter what one wears–it’s how one wears it. When I finally decided to change up my look to get ready for my post-lockdown life, I look back from long ago, and I remember asking Susan, a friend from law school who is also a very hefty girl herself. I remember her wearing basically whatever she wanted. And most importantly, Susan wears clothes that flatter her best features. She tells me, however, that that confidence didn’t happen overnight. But, she says, you’ve got only one body, so might as well rock it.