See, this is how most of us THINK we look in "comfortable" clothes. Hair down, cute top, black leggings or yoga pants, perfectly comfortable in our own skin. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it...anything goes. We've seen people wearing what should only be seen in the gym or in bed on planes, at the grocery, at church, and to school. Because we have this mindset that comfort is okay, there are no restrictive rules about dress or appearance. As long as I am happy with myself, and I am okay with how I look (act/talk/behave), then why should I dress to impress? Somehow I think I am more authentic, more true to myself, when I just wear how I feel--comfy, loose, secure in who I am. 
In reality, though, this is how I look when I don't put any effort into my clothing choices for the day. I look unkempt, baggy or bulging in all the wrong places, dark circles under my eyes, and basically, like I just do not care what people think. Sure, to me dressing "down" means I am happy, secure in myself, at peace with the day. But really, I am just too damn comfortable to even try to make a good impression, and it shows. Forget about how unattractive and unappealing the image on the left looks (if you can). How can anyone take anything this person says seriously? (Disclaimer: this is a stock image from a google search of "yoga pants gone bad"...it is not a photo of me.)
Perhaps it's too many years wearing nondescript military uniforms. Maybe it's the extra pounds I have packed on over the years that make it more challenging to find something that fits. Or (and here's a thought), I could just be too lazy to spend just a few minutes to put together a halfway decent outfit. Who knows? Personally it is probably a combination of all the above, coupled with a pervasive attitude of "I just do not give a shit" anymore. I mean, when I am feeling vulnerable and sad and insecure and depressed, I almost never let my outward appearance reflect what is on the inside. Years of spit and polish and ribbons and gig lines and creased sleeves, putting forward that confident and professional image, the epitome of togetherness, not overly made up, no unnecessary accessories. Never let them see what's really inside--make them believe I have all the answers and can face any difficulty--the consummate professional. Years of coming home and stripping off all the layers, changing into sweat pants and a t-shirt, bare feet and hair down or pulled back into a messy bun, able to just be myself.
Whatever the reason, the excuse, the rationalization, I have become far to comfortable for my own good. Sure, clothes are just clothes, they are not the person. But what I wear does say volumes about how I feel, what my expectations for the day are, and how I hope to be received. We have all heard the adage "don't judge a book by its cover," but if the cover is not neat and clean and inviting, no one is going to read the book, either. What I wear, what I say, the expression on my face, how I walk, the tone of my voice, the amount of eye contact, my posture, and gestures--all these present an image of who I am inside, and what is important to me, and how much you matter to me. How I present myself lends credence to the message I am trying to get across. And being baggy and tired looking and sans an underwire bra speaks volumes. I have become too comfortable for my own good.
Sure, it's important to not be fake, or disingenuous; pretending to be something I am not, or hiding my true feelings, is not right either. But, if I want to be heard, if I want the person or people who I meet or see to listen to me, to believe that I care about what I am saying, that what they say to me is important, I have to put the best foot forward. I have to put some effort into caring about what I wear, how I look, and the impression I leave. Yeah, of course we could apply this concept to how we talk, the words we choose, our driving habits, and how we treat others. But it truly does, for me anyway, begin in how we begin our day, how we wake up, how we present ourselves to others, and the pride we take in covering this book, this walking book of knowledge and life experience and insight.
So, here's my resolution...no I am not going to burn all my baggy workout pants or ill-fitting leggings. But, I pinkie promise I will only wear yoga pants when doing yoga, or working out AT the gym (not on the way or at lunch afterward or when I am thinking about working out). And if you see me in something that resembles pajamas or exercise gear and I am not going to bed or participating in bona fide exercise, call me out on it.
Please.
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