If you’ve been reading my blog for a long time, you know about that period in time, when I went through my biggest life crisis.
When life as I knew it came to an end, fashion and style took a back seat. Believe that!
I remember the day, I came back to being myself.
It was a day just like this in February, four years ago.
I was about to get dressed to go to work.
Gosh, I dreaded going to work.
My uniform was a sweater and pants, every day since late October the year before and I hated it, but I just didn’t want to put the effort into getting ready in the morning.
I instantly remembered how much I loved the print.
In my mind, I was back to a happier place, of fabric trips to NYC and long hours of sewing.
I put it on the bed and then it happened.
I grabbed a pair of leggings and my camel knee length boots and started to get dressed.
It was the first time in 5 months since I wore a dress.
I went into the bathroom, put on some makeup, it actually had dust on everything because I hadn’t touched it in months either.
When I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and I was like.
I can hear that voice in my head saying, “Girl, where have
I was staring at someone I used to be, a little rough though. I had huge bags under my eyes from crying myself to sleep for months and just from the stress of everything.
But, I can still see, ME.
That was the first day back to where I am now.
I got myself together and that stuff was hard work
So I can relate to this book, I can relate to letting
yourself go, not caring about what you wear or how you look but grieving for
your old self on the inside.
Looking like the best version of YOU matters.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.