I was flicking through Twitter the other day, and I came across a link to a link from it onwards I went. Soon enough, I came across this post over at Daily Life. After meeting more fashion bloggers of all sizes, shapes and styles, I changed my opinion on flattering. I always thought that I should flatter my body while attempting to replicate or fit the latest trends and whims. Or not try at all. I spent a lot of time trying hard to conceal my flaws in a body I wasn’t sure I knew or understood any more. I was either wearing something that was deemed flattering or nothing {not literally} at all.

 

I don’t know really when it comes down to it.

 

Sure, I want to look good. Sure some clothes look great on my body, show off the tone and line of it better than others. But does that mean that I have to give UP all the others? Should I never wear a full skirt because the narrow pencil skirts look better? Should I only wear v-necks because higher necklines make my boobs look huge {not always a bad thing? Ha}. Wear this length, not that and on and on it goes.

But really, shouldn’t we enjoy wearing whatever it is that takes our fancy? Why wear a belt that squishes your middle and makes you uncomfortable to create an illusion of a waist. Who said a teeny tiny waist was the ‘the thing’ to have anyway? Probably the same people who decided that tall, wafer-thin models were in. And long before that, that podgy bellies and full breasts. They are a fickle bunch those people that we give a giant up yours to in general by being ourselves, in the body we have.

 

Why? Is it because I really do want to be considered beautiful? The normal kind.

 

Maybe they won this round, and for all my ranting and raving I am more than willing to concede that I should have wider hips, longer legs, a shorter torso to be in proportion. That maybe my body isn’t right and I’ve been fooling myself the whole time?  Because just maybe on the inside the idea that I could trick someone into thinking I’m thinner than I am is just a little bit too enticing in the shallow world? I resign myself to being part of the crowd. A flatterer forever trapped.

 

And then I pick up a full skirt on eBay.

I grab a dress that twirls at the shops.

I find some pants with a pattern on them.

I wore a top with large billowing sleeves.

 

And bit by bit, I remind myself that they don’t get to make the rules for me. I do. They don’t get to make me conform to some ideal of beauty and that just by being aware of it I have a choice. I wear skinny jeans because they slim my silhouette but mostly because it gives me a bounce in my step. That little nudge to get out there and swing my narrow butt for the world to see. I know, the choice I’ve made. It’s neither good nor bad; it’s just the one I made for my body. After all, it is mine to do with as I please. Heck, some people even say that fat woman shouldn’t wearing slim-fit jeans. You can’t win. You might as well be happy.

 

Are you happy? How do you decide what to wear? Flattery or fun?  

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