It's Not Bragging

This week the ladies from Achedemichic are encouraging us to embrace what we love about ourselves and dress to our fullest potential. Often we dress to camouflage our flaws instead of to play up what we like. 'S' already touched on this in one of her posts but I think sometimes we are even embarrassed to admit we like something about ourselves. I firmly believe that nothing gets you into a soul sister connection with a friend quicker than a pint of ice cream and some good old fashioned body griping. We form bonds over mutual cellulite. It's easy to blame the media for a negative self-image but sometimes your biggest body-hating enabler is #1 on your speed-dial, your bff. Why is it that tearing down our bodies makes us funny but being body positive makes us conceited? This week be positive and slip 'I like my (...)' into a conversation. The peeps of Bloglandia have your back!

Skinnies? Gap
Knit shell? Ralph Lauren, Holt's Last Call
Trench? Club Monaco, thrifted
Bag? thrifted
Bracelets? Crazy lady at the Ex (read about them here)
Shoes? Frye, Winners

I like my legs. They walk me everywhere (it's true, my friends make fun of me for optimistically proclaiming 'we can walk there' about everything...) and they look nice in a short skirt. I feel most confident in bare legs and a short skirt. However, the weather, which had been gorgeous, played tricks with my idea of a confidence boosting outfit and delivered a freezing week. So, instead I wore my Gap skinnies which always make me feel great. I rave about and wear these pants incessantly because these may be the first pants that I bought because I liked the way they curved to my body instead of choosing pants because they minimize my thighs.
And I like that I'm tall, so I wore heels... this isn't special in and of itself, heels and I are friends. I have never felt self conscious about being tall (though I have two reeeaaalllly short friends and sometimes I'll walk on the road while they are up on the sidewalk so we can hear each other). My shawty friends should not get all the good heels, so I wholeheartedly participate in every extra inch of height. All you tall ladies... I can't think of a single reason to not enjoy your height. It may not make you automatically good at basketball but it does give you a good natural viewpoint from which to scan the room and look for missing children or potential love interests. Ok, I just thought of one downside to being the tallest lady around... guys seem to think that walking up and saying 'Um... you're tall!' is a pick-up line... but other than that, enjoy it!

And apparently this is my scrutinizing face...