For 4 years I lived in maternity clothes, then sweats, maternity clothes then sweats, then finally maternity clothes.
Now, lets rewind to my life before 2006...Imagine, if you can, a semi-social, fun-loving, young woman who spent her time and money on shopping and clothes AND PEOPLE; up to date on the newest fashions and styles and not afraid to be a risk taker. Confident. YES, this was me. I maaaaay have been (I was) an asshole, but at least I was a happy, confident, asshole.
Today, I am confident in being a wife, in the fact that I LOVE my husband. I am confident in being a mother to my wonderful boys. Oh yes, AND still a total asshole. I, however, have lost the ability to dress, and have developed an anxiety about anything social. Confident? Over-all? Meh. WHAT THE HELL BROTHA? This lack of confidence is a force I MUST reckon with.
My husband once quoted a client by saying, "Dress good, feel good, do good"...now I am not sure about that grammar, so more than likely, that is NOT what my husband said; but, you get the idea.
My new years resolution is to put my big girl pants on, dress like a woman, and hopefully regain confidence. Hopefully, through regaining my confidence I will transform (ahh the imagery of the butterfly, how I love thee) my anxiety into an eagerness to enjoy people again.
Something you may not know: 'Vanessa' means butterfly. Years ago, I took hold of this meaning as the theme of my life. Transformation. I even tattooed this concept of my back; II Corinthians 3:18, "...transformed from glory to glory...such is the influence of the Lord."
Having said this (that phrase is on my pet peeve list), I know dressing will not transform me into who God wants me to be. I do believe it can be an outlet and motivation for me to be a confident woman again. Who knows, I may even go back to church since that is where I left most of my friends.
So, here I go. 2011 WATCH OUT; I come with a vengeance.