Can An Outfit Change Your Outlook On Life?
As I sit underneath my bedsheets, I allow my brain to ponder these thoughts. Throughout my life I have been taught, somewhat indoctrinated and learnt about the strong willed world of power dressing. For a woman to achieve in an office environment, she ought to dress like the man, the strong person, the overall encapsulating force that is in charge of every moment. A woman in a short skirt with blonde hair signifies a receptionist, only there for looks and nothing else.
But I'm so glad that finally, we have moved on from that sexist viewpoint. Power dressing is now only done to combat the inner thoughts that question our every movement inside our heads, which rear their ugly mouths every time we find an ebb of self confidence ready to peek through its shell. As a woman, I wear my own clothes in my own form of power dressing and I would love to think that a sophisticated outfit changes my opinions of the thoughts and therefore changes my damn outlook on outfit.
Take right now. I don't want you to picture the scene because picturing me sat in bed is rather weird as you could be a stranger in a country I've never heard of, but I'm in probably the best mood I've been in all week. I'm sat in a pair of leggings and a Disney tee shirt, so not outside worthy but ridiculously comfortable and I feel so great and determined and I want to succeed and do things that yesterday I only dreamt of and I just feel great.
But then I could take Saturday when I was twirling around in my mirror before I went to meet a friend and I was wearing a winter-kind-of-Christmas but then suitable all year round top and a midi skirt and I felt so free and I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. I was smiling and grinning from ear to ear, I looked like a Cheshire Cat awaiting a substantial puddle of milk and life could not become any greater. I sat in Costa Coffee and downed a small hot chocolate without extra delights, and didn't worry about getting any brown liquid on me because for the first time, I didn't care about ruining anything, I was just living in the moment and this singular thought encapsulates every memory in this blog post.
I wish to express that yes, an outfit can forever change your outlook on life. An outfit can be the make or break moment within an early morning awakening. I can wake up feeling bloated and overweight, but a figure flattering dress can truly promote happiness and force me to believe uplifting moments do come, even though my stomach may not be flat and my flab is something never described as 'fab.'
What do you think?