I’ve never followed trends or, if I have, I’ve always been a step behind. I had my own sense of style in my teens but it was mainly fuelled by working with what I had. I was tall and skinny with no boobs. I was self conscious of my legs and bum (too chunky) – a feeling that I have struggled to shift all my life. I had very short hair. I tended to wear jeans (no change there), flat boots or shoes and a low-ish cut top (or body – remember those from the 90’s? Hideous adult bodysuits with poppers at the crotch. Why on earth?) topped off with a man’s suit jacket or blazer. I NEVER wore skirts or dresses and rarely wore heels, being conscious of towering over everyone. I never seemed to get very tall boyfriends (and K is only an inch taller than me) and have never been very confident walking in heels anyway. My “style” as such as it is has always therefore been erring towards comfort more than high fashion. I’ve always worn longer tops or jumpers that cover my bum and tops of my legs because of this ingrained self-consciousness of those areas. I tend to wear dark or neutral colours and mainly trousers or jeans. A night out with friends would normally be a black top and smart jeans and maybe a less flat shoe than normal.
I don’t know whether it’s A’s love of fashion and expressing herself through her clothes that has started to rub off on me or if it’s my age and the feeling of wanting to look like me as I am now (not sure that would make sense to anyone under the age of 45) or maybe it’s just a phase, but I have started to question my clothing choices more and have started to read up and get advice about dressing my body shape and trying a different approach.
Over the last few months (and maybe encouraged by the restrictions of lockdown and not being able to go anywhere to be seen and ridiculed) I have started using some of the knowledge I have garnered and I’ve started to make small changes: wearing tops tucked into my jeans/trousers; wearing belts with my jeans and trousers, meaning they sit where they are meant to; I’ve worn dresses and skirts; and I’ve worn different colours (I’m an autumn colour, apparently); I’ve sifted through my already meagre wardrobe and weeded out the unwearables and have bought new things (new to me, mostly secondhand through pre-loved sites or charity shops) with the proceeds of my sales of the unwearables.
I have not undergone a transformation, it’s not as drastic as that, but I am starting to wear things that make me feel like me. I feel like I might look almost stylish on occasions (I wore a dress for a night out with friends recently and was told I looked “stunning” by my lovely friend – she’s always been one to exaggerate! – and have even been wolf-whistled by my husband when I appeared in a skirt one morning – that has NEVER happened before) and I feel more confident that I know what would or wouldn’t suit me on the occasions when I find myself shopping. I’ve had several people tell me I have lost weight. I haven’t. I’m just dressing better.
For the first time in my life I almost feel excited about clothes and trying something new on. It’s a little bit addictive. I have started to look forward to going out, but have also started to just wear the stuff that I would normally reserve for an “occasion”. I don’t have many occasions happening at the moment – does anyone? – (which the introvert in me obviously loves) so instead of letting things just sit in the wardrobe, I am wearing them even if I am only going out of the house on the school run. Please don’t misunderstand, I am not sitting around in ballgowns or sequins (I own neither), I’m talking about smarter tops or a slightly more dressy necklace. I still have days where I’m in an old pair of jeans and scruffy jumper and I love my walking clothes, but most days I am making more of an effort and it feels good.