Fighting Through Self-Consciousness
One self-conscious point that I've always had has been my stomach area. It's a genetic curse of sorts passed down to me from my mom's side of the family where everyone just has a little bit of a pooch. I've almost always been okay with it, only really becoming self-conscious about it going into my mid-twenties.
Now, as a mom to a 3-year-old and working on expanding our family, I've come to realize that that pooch that I have is not nearly as bad as I make it out to be in my mind. I especially I'm tired of allowing it to be because it has prevented me from wearing so many things that I know I would have enjoyed if I just let go of that perception.
Denim overalls is one of those items. For years I've been wanting to get a pair of denim overalls as I watch blogger after blogger strut their stuff in the most adorable ways and some even matching their toddlers in even more adorable ways, constantly saddened by the fact that I believed I would never be able to pull them off. I finally found pair of denim overalls on old Navy a few months back, but by the time they had arrived I'd already started to put on a couple of pounds making my stomach bunch out a little bit. I wore them a handful of times and every time I got more and more sad because I let myself believe that something that is barely noticeable would be a burden to other people's eyes.
In no way should anyone ever have to feel like that. So, part of my word of intention, I put the damn things on and I told myself, "bitch, you look great". I brought my tripod outside while Miles took his nap and I took so many fun photos and I felt great.
Does my stomach look weird in these jeans? Probably, but at this point I'm just too tired to care.
I love denim overalls, I love how I look in them, and if I want to wear something I'm going to do it and I'm not going to think that deeply about what other people might think of me wearing them because I am not wearing my clothes for them I'm wearing my clothes for me. And so should you.
I hope all of you are able to find that one article of clothing this year, shed a lot of yourself doubt and self-consciousness over how you might look at it, and strut your damn stuff.
Shoes: BANGS Shoes (exact)
