Oh my gosh, you guys. I bought myself something really pretty yesterday and it felt so GOOD! I don’t shop much anymore—an honest outcome of my Enoughness Project (see this link for more on that) and the fact that I don’t work an office job—so my jaunt into Anthropologie yesterday was a rare delight.
Aside to Anthropologie: You are so pretty. You smell so nice. Will you be my best friend? Circle Y/N. I love you.
I picked up some dresses off the main floor and did a surgical strike on a gorgeous jacket just my size tucked away among the extra-smalls in the sales room (Oh? You want to keep my sizes in your wallet for the next time you’re in Anthro and see something that reminds you of me? Sure! Just message me and I’ll fill you in.) Magically, stuff fit and I relished all the frocks the lovely shop girls brought to me so I could leave my boys coloring peacefully—peacefully!—on the dressing room floor.
But the best part of my shopping experience was not the amazing jacket I snagged on super-sale for $79.98, or the fact that my sons were not only game for the excursion but also offered gall-darned spot-on style assessments, or the fact that they told me I looked beautiful 16 times even in the dress below, which, let’s face it, wasn’t the best on me. The most magical part of my trip to Anthropologie on Southport was something one of the employees said to me.
Her: You could tuck that shirt in and wear a belt.
Me: Oh no. I don’t think I could. I just don’t like the way I look with shirts tucked in. See, I have a little bit of a tummy and I just feel like, ehhh…
Her: (leaning in) You know, I have a tummy, too, and I used to think that as well.
Me: (nodding agreeably) Right.
Her: But then I started noticing, ‘you know, this actually looks good, if not better, tucked in.’ I think you may want to just try it. You might surprise yourself.
Me: (awkwardly) Oh my gosh, you just said you have a tummy and, to clarify, I wasn’t agreeing with that. I was more just super interested in what you had to say about tucking shirts in.
Her: (smiling) Oh, I understood what you were saying. But I’m very confident in how I look, so it wouldn’t have bothered me if you had meant it the other way.
Me: (borderline speechless) Wow.
How freakin’ cool is that response? You know what? That girl was unmistakeably beautiful, “tummy” and all, but she got downright powerful-pretty with the words that came out of her mouth. Honest-to-God confidence, without a trace of arrogance. It was a beautiful sentence to hear. Let me repeat. When talking about her body, this Anthropologie stylist–not a size 0 runway model–said: “I’m very confident in how I look.”
If I had a Chicks’ Hall of Fame, I would put her in it. She inspired me.
What would happen if, instead of self-deprecating around every corner, we took her approach?
I’m confident in myself.
Your opinion about me doesn’t matter.
My body’s awesome.
I like myself.
I tuck my shirts in.
Anything else I can get for you?