I didn’t know this most of my life. I didn’t know! How did I not know? The laws I thought were written in ink were imaginary. The rules I pressed so deep in my mind were nonsense.
No one told me!
Though, I’m not sure I would have listened anyway. Someone could have shouted, “You can do whatever you want!” “Stop caring so much.” “No one really should care…”
I’ve only realized in the last few years that no one (should) care what you’re wearing. You should just do what makes you happy. You should wear what makes your heart sing. You should go where your dreams seem to explode into bigger. Better.
“Life is too short to wear boring clothes.” That was a line I saw printed on Lularoe marketing once or twice. And it’s true. I wish I had known. It’s too short to spend three more seconds caring what other people think about your new shoes or dress or the new thing you want to do with your hair.
I cared entirely too much about other’s opinions as a kid, adolescent, young adult. Too much. I wore a jacket to cover my arms. There was so much shame. So much concern for others stupid opinions that were not my concern. Who cares what 15 year old boys think anyway? Gosh… life is too short.
I hope I can teach my girls and help other people feel confident in themselves to not give one ounce of concern next time that small awful voice creeps up to tell you others may laugh or judge you. That small voice is a lie giving credit to someone who has not part in the conversation of YOUR LIFE.
Oh, tangents. Confidence.
I’m convinced when I boldly wear anything with confidence, when I feel good, I know I can rock whatever I want. When I’m complete as I am, I can do impossible things. In case no one has said it to you, and you’re ready to listen… You do you, boo.