Loving Yourself, AKA How to Spend Your Summer Vacation

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This post is inspired by a woman who is a member of a message board I visit. She mentioned that she is taking a trip this fall and was hoping to be a certain size before the trip so she could pack differently. All too often, we women hold off on situations, trips, life changes, and, yes, wardrobes until we have the right conditions.

“I can’t justify buying expensive jeans until I get down to a size 8.”

“I told my friends I couldn’t find time to go to the pool with them, but really I don’t want to be seen in a swimsuit until I lose ten more pounds.”

“I didn’t go to my high school reunion. I didn’t want people to see how much I have gained since I graduated, and anyway, I am way past due for a highlights touchup.”

“I figure I’ll wait on getting another haircut until my hair grows another 3-4”.”

“I don’t want to go to Paris on vacation at this size, and with these clothes… they will laugh at how fat and sloppy American I am.”

“I am too pale to step foot on a beach; I’ll look like an idiot out there with all those bronze bodies.”

Have you ever said anything similar to this, either out loud or in your head? Well, you’re not alone. Too often, we women sacrifice our enjoyment because we feel we don’t deserve it. We decide not to buy any new clothes until we drop a size and do not go out to social situations because we are embarrassed about our figure, our wardrobe, and ourselves.

Do men do this? If they do, it's not nearly as often as women. Men make do with their outfits, lightly joke about their expanding waistlines, and put nothing in front of having a good time.

Stop and think about the last social situation you attended. Were you the heaviest woman there? The most unattractive? The worst dressed? I highly doubt it. Then, think about the women who stood out positively. Was it because they had perfect bodies and faces? Elegant and expensive attire? Perfect hair and skin? Again, highly unlikely.

Style is Being at Home in Your Skin

The women who catch your eye are those who are at home in their skin, have fun yet have class, and enjoy themselves, their lives, and the world around them. The woman with the smile that lights up a room, the woman with the tinkling laugh, the woman who can cut a rug out on the dance floor.

When you are comfortable in your skin, no one notices how old your dress is, if you are a size 6 or 16, if your shoes are Old Navy or Manolo Blahnik.

People notice if your clothes are ill-fitting or in poor shape. They notice when you slouch, fidget, slump in your chair, and avoid interacting with others. They notice the scowl, the sneer, the frown. If you look uncomfortable, then people notice your weight, your scar, your roots, the one thing that makes you uncomfortable in the first place. They notice when you repeatedly decline offers to go out and complain about your weight, your diet, or your outfit.

Think back to your college or high school days, your current church community or your daily office team. Think about the “popular girl.” Really think about her, not the possibly altered memory you have about her. Is she the prettiest girl? The thinnest? The best dressed?

An Example of a True Beauty

I remember a girl I went to college with, Charity. All the boys wanted to date her, and all the girls wanted to be her. She had long blonde hair and a heart-shaped face, the biggest smile, and the most infectious laugh. She was very short, a hair over 5’ tall and around a size 14 or 16. Her face was cute but nothing overly striking. However, she was always friendly and welcoming, happy to see people.

Charity wasn’t afraid to don a bathing suit at the pool or fail miserably (while giggling about it) at intramural softball. Thinking about her, I can’t recall how she dressed, just that she never seemed to stick out or look bad. I remember her pulling all of us on to the dance floor when her favorite song was played by the DJ, I remember her screaming at the top of her lungs and hopping up and down in the front row at a concert for her favorite band.

I remember her being nervous for a class presentation, admitting to me her nervousness, but plowing through and finishing with applause from the whole class. And I remember her smiling and thanking the class for their support.

Charity was beautiful, and everyone thought so. She wasn't conventionally pretty, she wasn't the best dressed, she didn't have a model's figure, but her personality was so gorgeous and her attitude so positive and real, everyone was drawn to her. THAT is style.

Life is Happening Whether You Are Participating or Not

Life is happening, whether you are participating or not. You are not getting any younger, and those situations you pass on because of your appearance just may not happen again. What makes you an amazing personality is not your dress, your figure, your shoes but YOU. Creative, intelligent, bubbly, goofy, quirky, giving, loving, thoughtful, unique you.

When you let the world know who you are, your exterior is just that – the packaging, not the present. As with any gift, we want it to be dressed in a beautiful and appropriate way, but like any gift, the paper and bows are admired, but the present itself is what lasts in memory.

Nothing is more chic, stylish or flattering than a woman who is happy in her own skin and life.

Don’t wait until tomorrow, you may not end up having the second chance. Enjoy the last few weeks of summer in well-fitting swimsuits, sleeveless tops and sassy skirts.

Take that trip to Paris – you are one person in a crowd and there is sure to be another American who is in the oversized tee and Crocs to receive the snickers in place of you.

Go to that reunion knowing that yes you have gained a few pounds, but also a great education, family or life adventures.

Get out on the dance floor if you love to dance, and enjoy yourself! Nothing is more chic, stylish or flattering than a woman who is happy in her own skin and life.

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12 Comments

  1. I needed to read this today. I’m going to a pool party tonight and was seriously considering not swimming because of a certain person who will be attending and me feeling uncomfortable with the weight I’ve gained in the last year or two.

    THANK YOU for writing this, Allie.

  2. My mother has always been like that- she hasn’t been anything but shoe shopping in like, 10 years because she wants to lose those “extra 10 lbs”.

    Thanks for reminding me why I try not, in this one instance, to be like my mother.

  3. That was such a moving statement you made today, Allie. *sniffle* Seriously!

    THANK you for the reminder that nothing positive can come of these negative thoughts.

    ~Britta

  4. I once went to an event at a nudist camp. It was oddly uplifting. If women with awful cellulite and saddle bags can walk around nude for everyone to see, why should I care if my arms look a bit flabby or my tummy isn’t rock hard?!

  5. Very well said. I hope this reaches lots of women and maybe some will even think about this in terms of what they are teaching their daughters — women are much too hard on themselves.

    Keep up the good work!

  6. THIS> is why you need to write a book.
    You’re so right that life is happening whether we participating or not. Sometimes we say the worst things to ourselves… I try to remember not to be so hard on myself and never say anything that I wouldn’t say to a friend. I’d never tell my friend she had a huge ass or say she looks stupid in everything she tries on. So I need to remember not to say it to myself. You are so right about the popular person not being the perfect person, just the fun and outgoing, happy person.

    This post is my inspiration and I’m going to read it again right now.

  7. the funny thing is that people don’t realize stuff like that. I had a friend who went through chemo treatments and I went to visit her. She had put on her wig because of lack of hair and a dab of balm and lip gloss. She was pale from lack of natural blush and was in her jammies. But she was smiling and joking with me and utterly comfortable with herself and she was the most beautiful girl I had known at that moment.

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