Most mornings I have a hard time determining what to wear. When you report to yourself, you can pretty much wear whatever you'd like. There's no co-workers to perplex if I don a 1980s prom dress and spin up and down the hall during my coffee break. (Each layer is a full circle of material and floats so gracefully.)
There's a voice inside my head that injects its "reasoning" when vetoing outfits. This morning the voice said a mom doesn't wear that to drop off her daughter at Grandma's. That referred to a black lace camisole with a pink sheer top. Now, my mom wouldn't have batted an eye. As you can see from the photo below it's not revealing in the least.
A quick aside. After seeing the two outfits here side-by-side, I'm glad I didn't wear the pink sheer top. With a black camisole underneath it's not very flattering and I would have totally shed it in horror the moment I saw my reflection. (I typically wear the top over a white cami with either a pair of black pants or a black skirt, and without a belt.)
Do you catch yourself consciously censoring your choices?
This morning I was conscious that I was choosing my clothes based on compliance with some image. It's not an image I actively portray as my wardrobe is filled with short skirts, pleated minis, curve hugging tunics, and more. But it's an image that nonetheless is in my head and is influencing my choices.
As I was driving home from dropping Gates off, I kept thinking about whether I might be censoring my choices without being aware of it. It's a little worrisome because it seems inauthentic like I'm saying just be yourself yet through my actions being a hypocrite.
How do you remain true to yourself?
Got any tips for silencing your inner critic?
Got any tips for silencing your inner critic?
Ciao Bella!
Eden!
