Beginning to Unravel

First order of operation on your journey to fashion liberation, is dismantling your notion of what is necessary to wear to receive acceptance from society. Any external motivators that control us from a place of “have to”, we are slave to; by law, inauthentic. It is unfathomable how much energy is spent on upholding this façade, until you let it go. (Quite a vast topic… consider this post an intro.)

A big part of this dismantling is getting honest about the sensory pleasure of your clothing. When we think of “comfort”, sweats and Ugg boots, or perhaps hippie attire come to mind—equating comfort to house clothes, or “giving up”. But I invite you to tune in to your own body and ask what it reaaaalllyyyy wants. Your body is so much wiser than your mind.

Perhaps your body does delight in constricting garments such as jeans, wired bras, heels, corsets, etc. More power to you! But if you have been yearning to feel more relaxed in your day-to-day wardrobe, a la, ripping off your outfit the second you get home to be in your house clothes, read on for some examples on how I’ve featured my own relaxation, with intent and fashionable flair.

In this first example, I am serving earthen, dancerly flow—with a healthy dose of sparkly jewelry! Not a single restrictive seam on me either. Slinky stretch pants, stretchy bralette, mesh top, and stretch sleeves. Pajama chic, check. Comfort fashion tip: play with color, texture and layers to add intrigue to your outfit’s story.

This next look is from my Spring trip to India. Yes, I was dressing to be culturally appropriate, but there are SO MANY ways to do this and also be miserable. Although caftans are known as a frumpy move, the fine satin, in a blush leopard print, with a waist-bow that creates flattering, radiating drag lines, results in an absolutely royal effect. I wish I had video of how it billowed!! Swoon.

Lastly, this cute look was a comfort NIGHTMARE. I felt giddy en route to that night’s country show, but it didn’t take long for my body to feel numbed and disconnected from the present moment. Between the skirt’s perfectly fitted waist and hips, and wraparound bikini top, I felt like a trussed ham!! (I happen to not mind a sensibly heeled boot or neck scarves.) So not worth it.