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?
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:)
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