Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Wifey Wednesday: Frumpalicious

"No matter your body type, every woman can look beautiful, and every woman can look put together. Every woman can take pride in herself. When you do this, your marriage improves overnight, because you become more confident in your body, and that reaps huge dividends."
-Fight the Frump: Get Dressed!

I've been sitting on this post for a while, mostly because it's a vulnerable topic for me.  I've always been a little frumpy.  I think there are a number of factors, including an inborn flaw.  As a little girl my mom once sent me back to my room to change for school when I had emerged wearing a horizontal striped shirt and a vertical striped skirt. I was just happy that the colors matched. I also grew up in a church where women weren't allowed to wear makeup, jewelry or pants.  You would think wearing all those skirts and dresses would develop a sense of style in me, but it didn't.  1 Peter 3:3-4 was pounded into us, as well as Proverbs 31:3 (I always get this song stuck in my head whenever I think of that verse!)  All great and very true verses, but I took them to the extreme.  I had up until recently been proud of the way I *didn't care* about my appearance.

I thought that not putting a huge amount of effort or thought into how I dressed or what my hair looked liked, etc. showed how much more I valued my spiritual life and my intellect.  Deep down, I truly believed that really smart girls don't obsess over appearance, so why bother?

Then I got married.  And had kids.  And got older.  I looked in the mirror one morning and didn't like what I was seeing, and it made me feel grumpy.  When I read the above quoted series in my Google reader, I knew it was time to make the effort to fight the frump.  So I got a haircut and some new clothes.  I started to try and get up early enough to do my hair.  I wore makeup if I left the house.  I tried to exercise at least 3 times a week.

And I felt better.  I felt more like a woman than a diaper changing, food making, housecleaning, discipline wielding machine. I treated my kids better.  And the best part was Hubs whistling at me one day when all I had done was belt a sweater I had normally let hang loose over my jeans.

I still have a long way to go and a lot to learn while fighting the frump, and to be honest I still allow myself more than a few days a week to not care.  I also still have huge hangups about spending money on clothes for myself (I think that's the thrifty Scot in me.)  But I'm taking small steps towards building a better wardrobe and taking better care of myself and it has reaped rewards in my family life and marriage, not to mention my own sanity.  I like myself more...and what husband doesn't find that attractive in a wife?  

So I encourage you to fight the frump with me.  Check out the Fight the Frump series here, and this fashion blog series has been instrumental in helping me build a wardrobe.  Happy frump fighting!