Hezah, 26

Did anyone else find this week to be too long, arduous, and just…gross? 

Yesterday I armoured myself for a day full of meetings in heels and a blazer, ready to kick some ass at work. By the end of the day, my feet were crying and I couldn’t rip myself out of this disguise fast enough. I felt strange and uncomfortable looking at my own reflection as I left the house, and every trip to the bathroom. I didn’t really recognize this older, business casual version of myself. Still, compare to my contemporaries in professional fields, I was petty dressed down. In all reality, I was probably rocking “Business Woman Light.”

I guess it wasn’t just that I felt like I was wearing a costume. My efforts to be taken seriously seemed to have backfired. I must look questionable most days, because everyone at work felt the need to comment on my outfit. It made me feel extremely self concious and silly. I suppose if I want to start dressing to impress, I can’t just do it once in a while. I have to start incorporating adult items into my everyday attire vocabulary. Maybe if I keep putting playing House with my apparel, my insides will catch up… I think that can wait until Monday.

After being traumatized by the change in appearance yesterday, I have high tailed back to the other end of the spectrum. Today I’m regressing to my standard twelve year old boy (my co-worker calls it “angry lesbian) wear, sitting cross legged in my office chair (yes, sometimes I take an occasional twirl), and eating fun sized candy.