The big Y
Today I was asked why I always dressed up…again…maybe for the hundredth time. I don’t know if they expected a simple or vague answer, but I naturally launched into a monologue.
“It’s multifaceted, you see. It’s part of me and part of leadership. It defines who I am.”
*Slight nod, but blank eye*
My sweeping approach clearly was only clear to well me. There is a myarid of reasons I like to dress well first starting with
1) I like it. Everyday is a new day to be someone else. And while I love the person I am, sometimes I want to be edgy and cool when really I’m carrying sorority stickers and candy in my purse.
2) It is part of my “brand.” You don’t see me dressed down and do you know what you think when you see me dressed up - she’s got it together. Even when I am a downright mess I will still look like a champ because that’s one thing I’ve got. So you don’t know I’m a mess because I don’t look - ergo you trust me more, my decisions more. You think I’m exaggerating? Look for it in your life. You do it. You trust people by how they present themselves even when they are hiding their hot mess of a life.
3) So when I do wear running shorts to class, work, etc one day, no one says a thing because they all know the world has gone to hell in a hand basket. And do you know what? I never have to make an excuse on those days. Ever. Because….
I always dress up.