Despite my love for fashion, I’m not that great at exploring other stores. I’ve firmly found an undying love connection for Zara and I think that’s OK. Maybe it’s expensive. Maybe it’s not. But what it is, is certainly addictive. Every time I think I’m in the clear, oooh. I just need that little addition for a blog post. WHO AM I, SOMEBODY STOP ME.
Except don’t, because I think I’m coming to terms with the fact that my credit card bill is not my friend at the moment, and that’s OK (for now).
I actually bought this shirt a few weeks ago. Maybe a month even. It was back at a time period when I could reach my wardrobe, before it was blocked with piles of laundry and clothes. Let me admit it, I haven’t actually been able to get into my wardrobe since then. It typically holds dresses for occasions and jackets that are better suited for spring and summer. So I rarely even need to get into it. Do I sound like I’m justifying my chaos? Is it working?
In a rare move, I found myself cleaning at the weekend. I made it through to the closet and BAM. There was the white shirt with the tie at the front.
Now, I’d been avoiding this shirt anyways. It shows a little bit of stomach, and honestly, I’m not in summer bod shape anymore. London life is hectic, work is unstoppable and well, food and yes, wine are my go to comforts. It’s so dark in the mornings that running isn’t an option right now (as a side story: the last time I went running that early in the morning – when it was pitch black out – I couldn’t see that well, so I tripped and fell, smashing my arm and my iPhone). Peak running time around 8am just isn’t feasible. I’m trying to get back some energy by running home at night from work a few days a week and getting myself out on the weekends.
After not wearing the shirt on Saturday for all the reasons above, I decided that Sunday was the day. Forget about not being fit enough, I actually reasoned that it looks, dare I say it? Good. I paired the white tee with my all time favourite pair of Paige Denim jeans that always make me feel like a rockstar. Throw in a faux fur coat? Bonus confidence boosting.
Sometimes all you need is a little push from yourself to feel better about the way you look. We are our own worst enemy. Joe will always say I look amazing. My friends will probably tell me if I’m making a total fashion disaster. But only I will be the person who really judges my own body.
It’s time to start thinking positive and about body confidence again, because when you look back on it, well, you don’t look bad at all. Not even a little bit.
Kelly xox