I had a conversation with a mentor and one of my best friends recently about my attire. It’s well established that I am a treehugging, hippie, paddler who likes nothing more than cargo pants and some quick drying layer (usually fleece or tech shirt). I own a lot of men’s clothing of every variety. I have a plethora of men’s pants because at one time, either in reality or in my head, I believed that I could only wear mens pants because of my muscular thighs. I love them. I have worn them for YEARS. They are comfy, baggy, practical, and just a staple of my wardrobe outside of my Arbonne attire.
However, they are no longer serving me. I have done a shit ton of personal growth, a lot of which was painful, some extremely. All necessary, and all infinitely worth it. My mentor told me recently to get rid of all my men’s pants that were ill-fitting. For my job (not Arbonne, I sell work boots) I am regularly crawling around on the floor, searching through boxes, climbing up ladders, often get covered in dust, etc. I do not wear nice things at work for this reasons. I literally have work pants and go out pants because my knees always get worn out.
I initially went full out against this idea, because who cares what I look as I crawl around looking for boots, digging through boxes, or carrying heavy, dust laden boxes down the stairs? I never had. Perhaps-no definitely-I should.
Where I work is not glamorous, by any stretch of the imagination. I sell work boots and work clothing, primarily. I really like where I work, and have worked there on and off since I was 16. It’s flexible, family owned and operated, and locally owned store in the Hunterdon County area. It’s also different than anything you have probably been in, in the best kind of way.
The work boot area where I work in particular is quite different from what you may think. It’s extensive, massive, and we have boots everywhere in the stock room. I came to the realization today that just because it’s not the most classy place or the cleanest doesn’t make a difference in the pride I should have in working there. There’s a reason I have worked there since I was 16. I truly do love it there. We have something for everyone. I take pride in that, and therefore I should take pride in what I wear there.
I don’t need to be a diva. I would like to be practical and classy. The two are not mutually exclusive, despite me thinking that until recently. I can do my job effectively, look classy, and not destroy my clothes.
The crazy thing is this is one of the hardest things she’s asked to me to do. By the way, they have all been awesome and totally worth it. The personal growth, while not easy, I did it quite willingly and without question. This I questioned, and whined, until I realized that this out of all the other things she’s suggested I do, have caused me the most up-front mental hurdle.
Why? Because my old self is trying to hide my badass figure from society. I am worth it. I am worth all the attention to my mind, body, and soul. In personal growth, there is always another piece to fill in your jigsaw puzzle. This was a big one.