I used to watch What Not to Wear and judge those moms with their yoga pants, mom jeans, and muffin tops. I would never become one of those pony-tail, tennis-shoe moms. And then I had four kids and learned the reality of muffin tops and motherhood.
I’m still a sucker for a makeover show. I believe that clothes help express who you are and a good hairstyle can bring out your best features. I can even be found watching youtube videos on how to make victory rolls and wing my eyeliner. These things are a fun hobby, a break from the ordinary, a way to feel good. But they are not required for me to be presentable, suitable, or acceptable in public.
Erin McKean‘s quote telling us that “Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female'” hit home for so many women because we needed to hear it. Women are deluged with products, magazines, television shows, and blog posts telling us how to look pleasing.
We shouldn’t be too dowdy, too sexy, too concerned with our looks, or overly neglectful of them. If we women want to be taken seriously, we need to avoid leggings, high rise jeans, low rise jeans (muffin tops), gray hairs, sweatpants, work out wear outside of the gym, sensible shoes, and too high of heels.
Trust me. I love to get dressed up. I asked for retro glasses for Christmas. My closet is jammed packed with dresses. I also go many days without make-up and my hair is currently in one of those odd ponytail-bun hybrids. It’s a pretty big win that I’m wearing a well-fitting bra.
I had a baby 16 months ago and my belly looks terrible in all pants. I need skinny jeans to wear with boots, but I’m not skinny. Natural waist jeans seem ideal, but I’m high waisted. Pants for “curvy” women fit me right at first, then stretch out and slide down to give me a distinctive muffin top.
I could stay in until I meet my health goals, lose weight, and look acceptable in pants. But I have things to do, a life to be lived. Some days I conquer the world in yoga pants and other days I rock winged eyeliner and a sassy skirt. Either way, I don’t owe it to anyone to look a certain way in order to be taken seriously.
Maybe you have had six kids and you sport a six pack. Maybe you feel your best in a pair of heels, even at the park. Perhaps you’ve been known to drop your kids off at school in pajamas a time or two. Whatever your goals, whatever you wear, hold your head up high. You worth is not dependent on you dressing or looking a certain way. Be you, muffin top and all.