Yesterday I had a couple hours of unexpected free time. So I want to Target (classic). I have an upcoming wedding to go to and need an outfit to wear. I raided their women’s clothing section on the hunt for an outfit.
With a pile of clothes in my hands, I went into the dressing room.
I don’t know if anyone else experiences this, but I basically hate dressing rooms. It seems that the lighting within the dressing rooms always accentuate my “flaws.” My cellulite is always louder and prouder than any other time. I seem to always discover new curves and rolls. Also, dressing rooms can be fairly discouraging when nothing ends up working out.
When I entered the dressing room there was absolutely no one in sight. I thought to myself about how pleasant this experience was going to be…just a girl surrounded by some cute clothes. (Positive self-talk for the win!)
About half way through my stack of clothes, with nothing fitting right, two girls entered the dressing room. As they walked in, I heard them critique their bodies.
“At least things fit you. Nothing fits me,” one said.
While the other went, “Not really! I don’t have a butt. Things don’t look right”
As they went on their negative rants…I froze in my own little room. My heart broke hearing their self-criticisms. It stopped me in my tracks because I was having those same thoughts about myself.
I wanted to tell the girls that regardless of what their body looked like, they deserve love.
Regardless of what my body looks like, I deserve love.
Regardless of what your body looks like, you deserve love.
It was a really sad experience. But it was eye opening. I guess it reminded me that we are all a work in progress. We all have things to work on. We all have criticism towards ourselves. But my goal is to change that. I don’t want to have any negativity towards myself. I don’t want you to have any negativity towards yourself.
Recently, I have wanted to develop my fashion more. I have been feeling this urge to take bigger risks in my attire and this whole experience pushed me to do that. (Please appreciate this selfie of me in the Target dressing room wearing my oversized Steve from Blue’s Clues sweater)
Does it really matter if I have a butt? Or that none of the dresses I tried on at Target seemed to fit right? Does it really matter that I have rolls or cellulite? Does it really matter if my outfit is trendy?
Ultimately, it doesn’t.
I want to live bold and fearless, which includes in my style and loving my body just the way it is.
Let me know your favorite part of your body down in the comments!!