I know this may be hard to believe, considering I was featured in a FASHION article in Runner's World, but I am really not into appearances. In fact, the ONLY time I have any sense of style is when I am working out.
Don't believe me? You should. I only have 40 non-workout pieces in my wardrobe (up slightly from the 35, I posted about HERE). And 22 of those pieces are t-shirts and long sleeve shirts that could easily be mistaken as workout gear. Don't get me wrong, glitz and glam is nice and all, but I will choose function and comfort over so-called style any day.
And do you know why?
Because it's me that makes an outfit "cute," not the other way around.
I am confident.
I am proud.
And I own my style, regardless of what others think of it.
It's a lesson I am trying desperately to teach my daughters. I want nothing more for them to value their own self worth. To realize that they are not defined my their clothing or shoes or hairstyle. Beauty lies within. And the only person who can make you feel bad about yourself is you.
That's why when Dizzle told me that she doesn't like my shaved head (it's not girly enough for her), I replied, "That's OK. I do."
I own my style choices. Over the past 15 years, I have had pink, blue, purple and green hair. I've shaved my head more than once. I've pierced my tongue, my nose, my eyebrow and my belly button. I have tattoos. I flaunt what I've got. And I am unashamed about it. Because I know that ...
Confidence is beautiful.
Strength is beautiful.
Pride is beautiful.
Express yourself however you'd like. Then, own it.
Understand that it doesn't matter what's on the outside. Then, own it.
Be who you are, even if that's not what everyone wants you to be. Then, own it.
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