I had a moment of self-doubt last night.
I had just taken a shower and was trying to pick out an outfit for my first day (today.) I couldn’t find anything to wear. This dress was too loose, those pants gave me a camel toe; I, along with my entire wardrobe, seemed woefully inadequate for a job at one of the most stylish magazines around. Why did I ever submit myself to this? I wanted nothing more than to be on the next plane back to California. LA…flip flop jean shorts heaven.
But it wasn’t my wardrobe that needed a facelift; it was my perspective. You got hired for this job, I told myself. They chose you. And they chose me for my resume, not my outfits; what I do, not what I wear. The value of my work is more important than the value of my ($6 Goodwill) blazer.
And besides, in more confident moments I’m pretty proud of the way I dress. What I’m wearing this morning represents my style well.
Selfie with my new boss. Foxcroft denim shirt, thrifted blazer, thrifted sunglasses (Halston), Kate Spade tote (from outlet). Instagram, @bchevalier
So I’m walking into my first day with my head held high. Confident posture is a very important accessory.
Just please God don’t let anyone notice the camel toe.
Anyone know where to get black skinny pants that would fit a tall girl better than these? Comment with your favorite pair below.