I used to cringe at the statement “Modest is hottest” during my high school and early college years.
I wanted to be hot! It meant something! What exactly? Well I don’t know but it meant something good….I think. This back and forth dialogue in my head followed me to the mall, where the real damage would begin. Ill fitting crop tops and painted on shorts that may have zipped but definitely did not fit, became the golden standard for my wardrobe.
I looked like jail bait.
My first experience going out in college added to the desire to be attractive to others. I was too shy to talk to anyone mind you, but I just wanted to make my presence known. Little did realize that in a sea of very short and very tan brunettes, my blonde hair, pale skin, and height already made me stand out.
It was not until my first summer taking classes at NYU when I realized what how I was dressing was bad….really really bad. Wandering around Washington Square Park during lunch I saw a plethora of women who wore loose fitting, well tailored clothing but never anything tight. If you have ever spent a summer in New York City you know how miserably hot it can get. That is when it dawned on me, “If I want to get noticed then why look like everyone else?”
I had tried so hard to look like I was going to the sleaziest bar in Jersey when in reality I hate tight clothing. I began a love affair with boyfriend jeans, oversized button downs, and shift dresses. That affair continues today and I have never felt more beautiful in clothing than I do now.
I wish someone would’ve grabbed me at one of those gross college house parties and said “You know you’d look a lot better without that pound of makeup and those too tight jeans.” Once I got over being offended I would take that advice and save myself a lot of embarrassing pictures and tacky outfits. Take it from someone who has been in your shoes and your two sizes too small jeans, you can still be the belle of the ball without your tiny shorts and tiny tank tops.