Beauty is only skin deep. It's what's on the inside that matters.
I do agree, but how do I explain how much better I feel when I wearing decent clothes and a little make up?
I've never really been that into clothes, but lately I'm really enjoying shopping...really enjoying it.
I haven't been buying anything expensive because I'm well aware that my clothes can be ruined at any moment, but I've picked up a handful of new outfits that are practical for the mommyhood. I upgraded from a diaper bag to a actual purse again. I've experimenting with fun earrings and accessories. I like my haircut for the first time since high school.
I'm certainly not a queen of style now by any stretch, but I no longer feel frightening frumpy. I just feel good, better than I've felt in a long time. I feel like myself, not some mommified version of me.
It's utterly depressing to have a drawer full of bras that don't fit and a closet full of clothes you secretly hate. Before Operation Wardrobe Update, I was really starting to feel frumpy and kind of old. I've spent a good portion of the last five years pregnant or nursing and my closet definitely reflected this reality.
So I decided it was time to take action.
Does all this make me vain?
Maybe. But it also makes me happy.
In the end, I think it's okay to care about your appearance as long as you don't care too much about what other people are wearing.
I promise I won't judge anybody else for throwing their hair in greasy buns and sporting sweatpants because I've been there myself. I just don't want to be there anymore.