In the height of my disordered lifestyle, it was always important to me to wear things that clung to my body in the right places. My makeup was done and my hair was perfect. (Ok, rarely for college courses but that was it.) I had to be polished and I had to make sure that if people looked at me they wouldn't think I'm lazy or that my body took up too much space. I worked hard for that body and I needed to make sure people noticed.
But the SACRIFICES I made to look that way? Uff da.
One of the things I let go of was that needed perception of perfection. Now I'm all about practicality and comfort. I don't wear clothes that make me want to tug and pull and hide. It's just not worth it.
As we headed out of the house to go to the fall festival this weekend, my husband (who is obsessed with jeans), asked if I was really going to wear sweats. Haha. Silly guy. But of course! 39 weeks pregnant and not a fan of clothing... this outfit was the perfect choice.
Let go and wear what makes you feel good- mentally and physically. Sometimes that might mean jeans, sometimes a dress, and sometimes it's that 10 year old pair of sweatpants.
It makes a huge difference!