We all style identified with a character from Sex & the city. I remember being 13 years fresh from a trip to London and wanting to wear my teal snakeskin buffalos I found in Camden town and what did I wear with it? My red snakeskin suit, I mean what else? My spirit animal was clearly Carrie. Sadly my style has become more classic less fearless over the years.
Despite my rapid decline in red snakeskin purchases, I do on occasion have my moments with statement pieces. I cannot, and I mean cannot walk past a pair of gold pants/skirt/top in a store. I land up having conversations with myself why this is not okay to purchase mid-shop. These pants were no exception, I saw them, did a lap around the store picking out ‘practical’ items and debated about where I would even wear them to. Needless to say I found myself back at the golden rail.
I arrive at the fitting room, my 6 items in tow and decide to try on the gold pants first (so I can talk myself out of it later). I look in the mirror ‘”Hey girl, your burger eating belly ain’t doing you any favours in this high waist and how about that camel toe?” I turn. “You need to do more jumping squats and probably grow a few centimeters before attempting this in public”. I go and grab a size bigger hoping for a baggy effect. I went to till and paid for them.
As I walk out with them I am extremely proud of myself. I now have an entire section of gold in my wardrobe. And when I get home I try them on again. Nothings changed. I still have camel toe and my ass is still as flat as it was about an hour ago. I refuse to give up. I now ascend into the part I’m not particuarly proud of. I tried everything, longer length tops, baggy tops, crop tops, tight tops, slouchy jerseys. Everything to hide my belly. These pants would have none of it. I pulled them up to my boobs and down to my crouch, nothing helped. Nothing made it look better. I panic. I start crying. I stop and tell myself that people are starving in the world and I should get it together. I wonder why I ate that scone for breakfast and contemplate all my life choices. I wonder why I rejected that guy obsessed with me 6 years ago and imagine what our babies would’ve looked like. Yip. I. Lost. My. Tools.
Okay I bought them and I am not letting them go. I will figure this out. My gutt and I will walk with pride, I will not eat or drink anything on the days I wear these pants, if you see me do be kind and give me a hug. Winter is coming, I’m pretty sure I can layer the heck out of them. I’ll wear heels for the illusion of a butt and longer limbs. These pants will not conquer me.
In the words of Carrie Bradshaw:
“People should dress the way they want, any rules for age and shape are silly, if you walk out the door feeling good about yourself, that’s what counts.”
Pants & shoes: MrP