I complete the look with my tall popular wedge shoes and I now have that edge. I no longer just feel confident, I feel sexy and powerful. I now walk with a strut knowing these pants and these shoes make my back side look mighty nice.
It is amazing the power of an outfit. Not only does it boost my confidence but I literally feel a shift in my attitude- an attitude more like that of my younger more arrogant self. I feel a little more invincible- a little more like I can do anything, take on anything.
Now take this power and add it to teenage hormones and here enters a formula for disaster.
Both CA Girl and Viv of the V-Spot both recently blogged about being at ceremonies were they were shocked at what people we wearing. CA Girl noticed it wasn't just the kids who were dressed inappropriately. Viv was at her son's 8th grade awards assembly and blogged (see her post here) about many of the highly inappropriate outfits she saw many of the 8th graders wearing- mini skirts that didn't hide anything when the girls walked up on stage, super high heels, too tight clothing; you get the idea; and she had to ask and question if maybe she was just being uptight.
I remember some of my first boyfriends and how I thought I was going to marry them someday, I remember how life ending it felt when a different guy didn't like me back. And in my teenage mind it was. My changing body, my hormones, my fight to figure out who I was and show my independence made everything seem huge and forever and really hard to see past tomorrow. Today mattered and not much else.
A teenage girl stands in front of the mirror, pulls on her too short skirt and tight revealing top, she tops it off with some 3" heels. She feels powerful, she feels sexy she knows she is hot and that guy she really likes is definitely going to notice her now. She leaves the room with the attitude to match the outfit she now wears. Grown-up, sexy, a body that she wants others to notice and even enjoy.
Is this what you want for your little girl? Is that what you want your little boy to be looking at and thinking about?
Or is it time to say no. No you are my child and I will not allow you to dress like that. No- I do not want every teenage boy and gross old man thinking of you that way. We are their parents- we are their mother's and father's, aunts and uncles, grandmas and grandpas. We are smart enough to understand the power- the transformation that can come from what we wear. We are there to protect them- from themselves and from others.
It might feel like the world with it's trends, fashions and rampant sexual images everywhere is fighting against us.
And it is. But what happens when someone fights me? I fight back.
It is okay to say no. It is okay to be the mean mom because aren't our children worth it? And me- I am going to start now when my kids are young- there is a war raging and I want to win.
Pouring my Heart out With Shell