The Plain T-Shirt Theory

TGIF Everyone!!!

I only write a post when I feel inspired. Some days my inspiration comes from my child, food that I’ve prepared, a great book, but today’s inspiration comes from my husband.

I’ve always been a bit of an eccentric dresser. I like frills and flowers and fluff and nothing ever too sexy. I like to look cute, but hide what I would consider flaws. I always felt that I could never be the type of girl to pull off a plain t-shirt. In fact, I’ve never even owned one.

In my late teens and early 20’s, I was kind of known for the crazy outfits I would pull together. I have no idea if these outfits were admired for their adorability factor or for the fact I probably shouldn’t have worn them in the first place. I remember make-shifting a scarf into a dress, wearing tights with knee high boots basically ALL THE TIME, and on an ill-advised date being mocked for my leather leggings. I don’t know if I was trying to hide who I was or simply trying to find her. I think when you’re the ugly duckling the majority if your upbringing and one day that turns around you’re just trying to find yourself.

I really didn’t find myself until I met my husband.

I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking that that sounds wrong. What I mean is, he was the first person who got to know me 1000%. He knew my history, my baggage, my flaws, my personality down to the core. I never showed him who I wished I was or who I hoped to someday be. I showed him me. I showed him exactly who I was, which I think is the true level of intimacy we all fear. He’s the one when I am telling him of these grand dreams I have for my future that they are not “pipe dreams,” if I want them, I can have them.

Which brings me to my point of today’s post, my “Plain T-Shirt Theory.”

I bought a plain shirt today. In fact, I bought four.

I bought them, because for the first time in my life I had someone telling me, “You don’t need all of that.”

What if we all had the courage in ourselves to just throw our hair up, throw a t-shirt and jeans on, leave a bare face and just trust that we are enough for this world? What if we ignored societal standards screaming in our face that we are supposed to look a certain way and just know that the way we are is incredible?

I hid for a really long time. Behind my clothes, my books, shitty relationships, dead-end jobs, and constantly wondering who I really was. I’m done hiding.

I know who I am. I have found her. And she doesn’t need all the glitter, makeup, crazy patterns, and unflattering dresses. She’s great as is.

I dare you to stand in front of a mirror with no makeup on, your morning hair, a plain t-shirt and jeans and admire yourself. Sounds insane right? Well no more insane than walking out into the world and wondering what the universe thinks of you. You need to love you first. Start the day admiring your greatness and you’ll see what the universe thinks of you, doesn’t seem to matter so much.

XOXO Candace.

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