Clothes are Tools

When my dear friend Trinity visited a couple of months back, we cooked up a big, messy, Mexican casserole and ate ourselves silly whilst gabbing and laughing and catching up. After a couple of hours of letting Husband Mike in on the fun, we kicked him out of the room so we could jaw about girly stuff.

This blog came up, as did another style-related project I’ve been working on, and Trin said, “I never realized you thought about clothes so much!” She quickly amended this so it was clear she didn’t mean, “I never realized you thought about clothes so much, you vacuous bimbo!” It literally hadn’t occurred to her that matters of the wardrobe took up so much real estate in my brain.

And it’s true. I think about clothing and shoes and accessories for a sizable chunk of every single day. Writing my thoughts here fuels that fire, as does reading the fabulous ideas, comments, and questions that my fellow style bloggers launch into the blogosphere every day. But even before Already Pretty was just a twinkle in my eye, I allowed myself nearly limitless brainspace for clothing ruminations. And here’s why:

Looking good takes work.
Like so many smart girls, this took me a while to grasp. In high school and college, I hid my figure in loose, shapeless clothes and let my insane mane go prairie. I figured hey, if it didn’t come natural, it wasn’t gonna come; might as well focus on other stuff. But a few years and a steady personal income later, I see that it WILL come if you learn what flatters your personal self … and that it’s learning worth doing. In fact, it’s a mite lazy and passive to just throw on any old thing and expect it to work. No one can successfully and beautifully wear every available style, and we each must allot some energy to researching our own best looks. (OK, I suppose there are a few women out there who could wear swimfins and a tiara and look positively ravishing. But could and do are different things, and even the most naturally lovely of us typically puts effort into her looks. )

Most of us aren’t happy with our bodies.
I wish this weren’t true. Wish it with every fiber of my being. But it is, and I am reminded of it by practically every woman I chat with about matters of personal style. We focus on what we perceive to be our physical flaws, and ignore our natural assets. We work ourselves into fine froths trying to lose weight, alter our natural hair colors and textures, or drastically change our body proportions. We want to be shapes and conformations that we cannot easily or naturally be, and this makes us miserable.

And, possibly more significantly, it makes us feel out of control. Even the most intelligent, successful, otherwise put-together woman can be brought low if she focuses on some aspect of her physical self that she cannot accept and cannot change. We can change careers, change lovers, change locations, change nearly every important aspect of our lives with relative ease. But sometimes our bodies fight us and win, and we feel horribly, wretchedly powerless.

Looking good can help us feel good.
When we aren’t busily focusing on the negative – when we can momentarily ignore those body image demons – we often feel simply MARVELOUS. I’m not going all Fernando Lamas on you, promise. I just mean that a flattering, compliment-provoking outfit can do wonders for mood and mindset. And even though it’s tough to do, motivation-wise, putting some extra effort into looking gorgeous when you feel like a giant pile of ass can truly turn the tides on your frame of mind.

Clothes are powerful self-esteem tools.
Although keeping your body healthy and strong is a must, you can be “healthy and strong” and heavier, shorter, or differently-proportioned than you wish to be. Clothes that fit and flatter THE YOU THAT YOU ARE RIGHT NOW can help you find your happy place. Not permanently, of course; few of us are ready for nirvana. But perhaps long enough to start chipping away at any feelings of self-loathing or powerlessness that might be slowly crushing your glowy inner awesome. When a petite woman matches a short skirt with nude heels, and catches a glimpse of her mile-long legs in the mirror, she feels supermodelesque. When a curvy girl realizes that a pair of Spanx and a fitted blazer define her waist, she ditches the curve-concealing tunics and struts her stuff. When we learn which clothes emphasize our natural beauty, we feel powerful, in control, and utterly, undeniably beautiful. We may consider insane exercise regimens, scary surgeries, or chemical barrages to change ourselves … but a quick trip to TJ Maxx might have the same effects – for less money, with less pain, and in less time.

My own self-esteem ebbs and flows, and my body image shifts and changes like a friggin’ ghost in the water. And I have finally accepted that I will never get rid of my spare tire or my breeding hips. I will never have skinny arms or big boobs. But I have learned to buy clothes that will draw your eye to my tiny waist, my shapely shoulders, my delicate ankles. I have learned the wonders of a push-up bra, a pencil skirt, and a cinched belt. I have learned that I am a TOTAL HOTTIE even if I don’t look like a lingerie model. And learning to dress to my figure was the key to embracing my hottie-dom.

And that, my lovelies, is why I think about clothes all the damn time.

(Image courtesy thisoldhouse.com)