And you know what? That's OK. Who actually gives a flying f*ck? Shouldn't we be focusing on 'whatever gets you through the day' and 'wear what you want'. We didn't think when we were teenagers that we 'dressed like a teenager' and I am sure that women in their twenties in bodycon dresses and amazing sky scraper heels aren't worrying if they are 'dressing like a woman who looks amazing in her twenties'. From someone who has been a size 12, a size 22 and everything in between
I sure as hell don't need someone to tell me that it's OK to be stylish when you're a Mum.
May as well be pyjamas and slippers
I know that. I understand that. But sometimes? I just want to throw something on and get out the door in one piece. Other times I love wearing trainers and jeggings as they are super comfortable around the softplay. And the days I go to work? I ply the make up on and dresses as that's what I like to do when I teach. I have friends in their thirties that don't have kids. And don't tell anyone but they 'dress like a Mum' too. By that I mean they were comfortable shoes, parkas and occasionally enjoy dry shampoo. Because controversially...that's what some people like to wear.
I know women that look AMAZING and are Mothers. Stick to the trends. Have beautiful bags and generally rock. They would scowl at a jegging and the only trainers they wear are to the gym. But that's not me. Whilst I wouldn't wear pyjamas on the school run (mainly as I walk to school, and I own a wardrobe that is one step removed from pyjamas anyway) I don't judge someone's parenting skills on what they wear. I don't think that they have 'given up' as they are choosing comfort over style. Just like I don't think a woman in heels can't whizz around the park in them.
SHOCK HORROR! MAKE UP! CURLED HAIR!
So I intend to read no more posts on this. As sometimes quite frankly it can be a bit of a mind f*ck. We are grown women. We can wear whatever the hell we like. I never want to go back to that 13 year old girl in a The Cure T'Shirt when really all I wanted was a Mark Owen one. I'm past all that now. The only people judging us is each other. My husband has never said "oh you look like a right Mum today". And if he did? I would say "HELL YEAH" and walk off in my Matalan jeggings with my head held high like Swifty.