I always used to think that if I was on one of those makeover shows, like Trinny & Susannah or “How To Look Good Naked” it would just transform my life. And perhaps it would have but somehow I doubt it. Having someone with flair and knowledge shop with me would undoubtedly have been a huge boost but I’m a person who likes to take things slow. You’ll never see me catching the first wave of technology, or jumping on a trend when it’s just a whisper. So I suspect if I’d ever been on one of those shows as soon as the cameras were gone I’ve been back in my sweat pants quicker than you can say “you look … ah, comfy?”.
One of the main catalysts for me in changing how I look has been a willingness to actively follow my dreams. For years and years I’ve had the same fantasies about how my life could be. You’ve probably got them too. They usually end with a wistful “…one day”. When I discovered the law of attraction and began applying it in my life some amazing things began to happen. Suddenly I was thinking about my dreams in terms of right now. How would it feel to have them happen right now? Pretty damn good was my first reaction followed closely by oh-my-god-what-am-I-wearing?
In my dreams I look fabulous – just like in the movies, with not a hair out of place, my makeup understated but flawless and not a hint of morning breath when I wake up next to Brad Pitt. I’m aware I have no chance of replicating anything in that fantasy but the reality of how I really looked just didn’t stack up at all. And the joy of the process with law of attraction is that the daydreams and visualizing spur you to action, to prepare you for having that dream come true and for me that’s meant revamping the way I look. Not hugely, but one wardrobe item at a time, and now I’m beginning to look like a women who just might fit into that dream. Not that I’m ever going to be Angelina Jolie, but I can be the makeover girl who looks fabulously stylish and just beams with happiness.
I love clothes, I always have, which rather makes a mockery of my extensive collection of frumpy sweat suits. For me the barrier has always been my size. I still struggle with being a size 16, looking at all the skinny girls and wishing that were me. I promised myself that when I lost weight I would buy nice clothes. I put the weight on when I had my son, the strapping six foot 16 year old, so I figure I’ve pretty much waited long enough. I still dream of suddenly shedding 30 pounds but I refuse to do it whilst looking, and feeling fat and ugly.
But can a good outfit take those feelings away? You bet it can! Absolutely. Just think of all those makeover shows where the woman is crying happy tears because she feels just great. If I can look in the mirror before I leave home and think, ok, not bad, my whole day is colored by it. It’s not that I focus on how I look, it’s that I completely forget it. I don’t think about what I’m wearing, and more importantly I don’t think about my big ass, or my wobbly middle or my honking great hooters. Instead I’m getting on with it, whatever it might be and when I catch a glimpse in a window instead of that sinking feeling now I think, wow, killer shoes. I love the boost of looking good but that feeling of acceptance I get from wearing clothes that fit and flatter my body shape is priceless.
For me working with my shape has been a way to take the emphasis off of my size and back onto how beautiful I am, right now, and that has transformed my life. I hope that it can have the same impact for you.