Being a busy new mom, I spend about a millisecond thinking about what I am going to wear in the morning. Not because I don't care what I look like, I just don't have the time nor the energy to spend time contemplating what shirt will make my waist look smallest or if wearing my hair up will make my face appear less chubby.
The questions I ask myself are: is it clean? Can I get away with wearing this in the office? Do I look like I crawled out of a dumpster? If the answers are yes, probably, and no then it's quickly tossed on and out the door I go. Leggins, a t-shirt, sweater, and flats that's pretty much my day to day wardrobe. Add an accessory of spit-up, maybe some baby drools, and you've nailed my look to a tee. #momsheek
I wish I were one of those moms that slinked into a sexy, fashion-forward outfit for the office, but comfort has always been the name of my game. As someone who suffers from chronic pain linked to Fibromyalgia and Hypermobility of my joints, being uncomfortable to look cute, well, it's just not on my list of things to do. I figure leggings are more flattering than mom jeans, so I have to be ahead of the game, right?
I woke up late a few weeks ago and was having one of those mornings that teed up the rest of the day to be craptastic. After putting on my signature black leggings and tunic, I was feeling kind of glum, and it got me thinking: how much attention do others pay to someone's clothing?
So, for the last several weeks I completed a little experiment on my co-workers without their knowledge. I typically go home on my lunch to tidy up, vacuum, wash dishes, rip out shrubbery I asked my husband to take care of weeks ago, etc. It's easier to attack these tasks without my mini attached to my hip. While home on lunch I would change my outfit completely, from head to toe. I did this two days a week for two weeks. How many people do you think noticed the switch?
Not a one.
I wish I would have taken pictures of the outfits, but I didn't. Frankly, I didn't think I would be blogging about it! I expected someone, at least one person, to notice and prove the point that I really should spend more time picking out my clothes in the morning.
These were not little changes either. One day I wore a tunic with a sweater over it and a scarf with black shoes. I changed into a solid colored dress, no scarf or sweater, and a different pair of shoes. Not a single word was said. Not a peep.
I might think even less about what I decided to wear from now on. Not that I'm going to start appearing to the cube farm looking like a deranged monkey, but for an anxiety-ridden person, this experiment proves that the people I spend my day to day life with don't spend time judging me based on my outfit.
*Enter sign of relief*
Plus, I think it's funny that literally not one person took notice of a complete outfit change.
The point is, this is another aspect of my life that I need to stop focusing on others and focus more on what makes me happy. Wearing clothes is a must, so I should love or enjoy what I'm wearing because I like it, not because others approve or disapprove. Life is too short to spend time worrying about things that will have no barring on my happiness a week from now, or even a day.