Every Friday, I turn my blog over to one of you for you to share an honest post and different viewpoints. Since y’all know I would live in yoga pants if I could and I’m one of the people who posted the cartoon talked about below, you know this could only come from a guest poster! But it’s definitely in the spirit of “Things They Can’t Say.”
Fitted Blazers v. Yoga Pants: A Truce?
There is a cartoon circulating noting the irony in how women dress. For the people of the world, we get dolled up. But for the people at home, well, some might say we look sloppy.
This cartoon does not reflect my life.
When people see me dressed up every day, something weird happens. Assumptions disguised as funny comments are passed.
You clearly haven’t been married long.
Only ten years.
You obviously don’t have children.
Yeah, these two kids just keep calling me “mom” for no reason …
Women who work outside the home have more reason to dress up.
I work outside the home two days a week; I dress up seven days a week.
People who are comfortable with their families don’t have to dress up.
I don’t have to dress up; I choose to. There is a difference.
In a million ways I fail as a mom and wife but looking my best matters to me. It matters to me because my husband matters to me.
Matt has seen me at my ugliest and my ugliest has nothing to do with what I’m wearing.
He has seen me ugly cry from the brokenness accompanying the death of my mom.
He has seen me throw adult tantrums.
He has heard words come out of my mouth that broke his heart and threatened our marriage.
This man has seen me ugly and he loves me right through it every damn time. If I wore yoga pants and t-shirts everyday, he would still love me because he values me. His actions prove this fact.
So, I dress up because more than the people “out there” in the world—the ones I don’t know and don’t care about—I want to impress this man who loves me at my ugliest.
When he walks into the bedroom and says, “You look great! Why are you so dressed up?” and I reply, “For you.” You should see his face.
He is my reason. I will give the best of me to this man, including my beauty.
This is who I am and how it works in MY home with MY husband. If you choose to wear PJs every day, more power to you. But please, don’t judge me as a vain, childless newlywed who lacks self-esteem because I’m wearing heels, and I won’t judge you as the woman who “let herself go.”
We can be friends because in the end, our goals are the same—to be the best women, wives, and moms we can be.
So from the gal in a fitted blazer to the mom in pajama pants, I offer you a truce. Let’s not let how we look divert us from our goals. Let’s support each other.
Reagan is the ME behind Where is the ME in Mommy? You can follow her on Facebook but if you want to see her on Twitter, please teach her to Tweet. Reagan is a full time mom, wife, and intellectual ninja who desires to inspire women to be the best moms, wives, and women they can be—regardless of how they are dressed. She is not afraid to be opinionated, weepy, or sarcastic. And yes, she always looks this good.