My daughter celebrated her birthday last month and I actually got in one of the photos due to carrying the cake out to the birthday girl. I didn’t pose or even think about how I looked. It was my daughter’s birthday, not mine and the focus of the picture was her, not me.
When I downloaded the photos and came across the one that included me I couldn’t help but notice that I looked like shit! But a funny thing happened next. Instead of silently, bitching and moaning about how fat I am, a logical, sensible thought went through my brain. Truth be told, I was wearing the most unflattering, ugly, poorly proportioned, boxy, sweatshirt that I owned. To add insult to injury, it had a sheepskin-like texture which would add girth to anyone.
Please allow the following photo to be placed into evidence:
The old me would have used the moment as an excuse to pig out on left-over birthday cake or run out in desperation to the As Seen On TV kiosk at the mall to buy an Ab-Roller. But the post-40, smart, fabulous, I’ve watched enough Tim Gunn to know better, me did something very out of character. I made the connection that many items in my closet in no way represented my body or style and therefore are not a personification of who I am.
Because I knew the truth about my body underneath that ugly sweatshirt, the next day I prayed to the fashion Gods, asked myself, “What Would Tim Gunn Do?” and within a few hours had removed every outdated, poorly fitting piece of clothing from my wardrobe. I had a pile of pants and skirts to take to be altered, a large pile for Good Will as well as a pile for the garbage. All aspirational clothes (you know, the clothes you’re going to wear just as soon as you lose five pounds) were also given away. I was left with a much smaller selection, a lot of black and a clear idea of what I need to purchase (jackets, wrap dresses, a few more skirts, more colorful items and at least 2 more bras).
Further photographic proof that the clothes make the woman:
Here’s another photo that I didn’t pose for because when you’re letting it all hang out, things tend to, well, all hang out. Yet as you can see above, when I wore a shirt that better flattered my shape, even an unflattering photo (of me drunk singing karaoke no less) turned out okay.
So dear reader, I ask you. Do you need to see the light? Are you too hard on yourself when it comes to your body? Does your closet need a makeover? Are you waiting to lose weight and looking like hell in the meantime?
Get some damn clothes that fit! The economy is collapsing around us, so give away what you don’t want or need and you’ll make someone’s day. Most importantly, tune in to Tim Gunn’s Guide To Style so you too can learn that it’s not always your body that’s the problem. Often times it is what you choose to put on your body that’s the problem.
What I love about Tim’s show is that no one loses weight, they simply learn how to dress and they look absolutely phenomenal by the end of the hour. Sure they get a new haircut and makeup tips but the only bodily changes are due to dressing correctly for their sillohuette and proportions. It really is must-see TV for anyone that struggles with their body image.