The ‘wear black demon‘ whispered,”Does this dress make me look fat?”
I stared closely at myself in the mirror. I had my favorite white dress on. Of course I looked bigger in white.
No worries, the day was already off to a near perfect start. I’d already excelled at extreme shaving with minimum damage to my shins, my heels were absent toilet paper and both eyebrows were penciled in.
The wear black devil didn’t have a chance. You see I’m so over this uniform of black. I’m not a robot and I don’t care about fitting in or looking taller and smaller. I’m here to take up all the space I can not shrink into nothingness just so someone comments on how thin I am.
Of course white make you look fatter than black. But who gives a rat’s behind? I don’t.
Not long ago I gave into the whispering devil and sought validation from one of my male friends. Yep. I asked the question every man prays will not be asked of him. I asked, “Does this dress make me look fat?” And of course my friend tripped over himself trying to assure me that I looked tooth-pickish.
I am only here for a season. Why try to hide, fit in and look smaller than I am while I’m here? And how dare insecurity try to run my life and control my closet?
I love white. Its not shy. White is BIG. It doesn’t mind making an entrance and it doesn’t care about being seen. I might just start wearing white everyday I’m so sick of black and grey.
You weren’t created to play small and neither was I.
Sure the world would like you to fall in line and act like a robot but you were created original.
As for me? I’ll be wearing white and ignoring the uniform and routine.
Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?
When negative voices rise within me I remind myself to take every thought that comes to my mind captive. I tell myself to get my gun. To stand guard at the entrance to my mind and heart. Every thought that does not serve love is not allowed to deter me from my path. I tell negativity and insecurity to take a hike – they can go wear black. I’m wearing white.