Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Uncomfortable Skin

I know a lot of ladies who are fashionistas.  This is not my gift.  I can bake with the best of them and I can hold my own when decorating my house, but personal style illudes me.  Are the well-dressed and made-up snobs about people who aren't?  Do they gather in a room and giggle about my Old Navy flip flops and Goodwill handbags?  Even if my budget would allow for $200 cut and color and $300 shoes (which it most certainly does not), I'm not sure that's my thing.  I'd have to hire a stylist... seriously.

Here's what gets me: I don't particularly care if you can bake or not.  I eat store bought cookies and cakes from a box.  So why would I think that my fashionable friends point and laugh at my style...or lack thereof?  Why am I, at the ripe old age of 31, still uncomfortable in my own skin?

1 comment:

  1. This post makes me want to throw up in a good way. I hate this thing in me and other women that wants to be good at something so much that makes others want to be bad and feel insecure about it. I want to boast in Christ alone. Even if it means I wear a paper bag and my kids eat store bought cookies:)