I’ve always had a weird relationship with fashion. I liked being trendy but I wanted to stand out. I’d treat myself occasionally to a Bebe shirt, but I typically preferred to have more for less. In high school, a friend and I kept a calendar where we didn’t repeat outfits for the first two months of school. I used to paint my nails everyday to match my outfit, picking from my collection I’d line up on the radiator in my room. At one point, I was wearing 10 rings at a time- one for each finger.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise all these years later that my weird relationship with clothes would lead me to owning over 70 dresses.
I stopped wearing pants in about 2013, for several reasons. I could not stand slacks and jeans never fit right. I’m short, with a big butt and big thighs, but an average size waist. You can’t shop by waist though when you have to get them over your thighs and butt. It just became too hard. Dresses were just easier.
But there is definitely more to it than that. I was a skinny child and an average weight teen and young adult. But with age I put on a couple pounds. I could accept that I wasn’t going to be a size 4 anymore but going up beyond a 6 was out of the question. If I needed a bigger size in an item, I just wouldn’t get it as punishment to myself for gaining weight.
So pants were replaced with dresses and leggings (don’t tell me they aren’t pants, they can be if you believe enough).
It didn’t get better when I got pregnant, and now that I’m on the other side, I still find myself rocking some of my maternity dresses and leggings.
But I can feel the tide changing. I’m sick of my clothes. A serious refresh is about to begin, after a serious purge.
And who knows? Maybe some jeans will make it back into the rotation.