This morning I woke up at 6 am. I brushed my teeth, washed my hair, did my makeup and stood infront of my closet for about 2 minutes just staring. I couldn't help but gaze at my pant section. How sad they all looked, drooped over their assigned hangars, pushed into the far corners of my crowded but not too unmanageable closet. I felt a tinge of guilt. There they were – the sartorial symbols of women's lib pushed aside like yesterdays news only to be overshadowed by my dress collection. Which only begs the question, when did I stop wearing the pants?
The reality is that I've always been surrounded by smart, intelligent, successful and beautiful women. Women, that may not have always known what they wanted to do in life, but were able to commit to advancing themselves and always pushing forward. Women that have refused to be defined by men, and who have made choices based on what was best for them and not someone else. Women that have found happiness on their own. Now I'm not saying all of these women were single, but I am saying they all found happiness independently and it's the one thing I've admired the most about them. Their strength. Selfish? Maybe. But if there is anything I've learned from them,... it's this. No one can love you the way you can love yourself when you really give yourself a chance because in the end, if you aren't happy with yourself, you'll never really know how to be happy.
So here I am... I chose navy skinny cords, and you know what? I am truly excited to finally start wearing the pants in my own life... it really is about time.
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