For me, as of today, officially known as Day 265 around here, it means a mere 100 days until I officially follow through on my promise — all 365 days of not shopping.
And, on this day, the beginning of The 100 Day Countdown to the end of the year, I thought a lot about clothes. How can you not think about clothes in New York City? There are shops, window displays and super finds everywhere.
That aside, I woke up all geared up for Day One of Media Mania at Tory Johnson’s Spark and Hustle event. Except for one small snag — my suit didn’t fit.
As I slipped into my black stand-by Kenneth Cole pantsuit I realized the benefit of not eating sugar for the last six months: my suit was too big.
Otherwise known as Saggy Butt Syndrome.
My pants hung around my hips and way past my feet (and let me tell you, that’s not an easy feet for my 6 foot frame). The old Jamie would have ran out early in the morning to find AND BUY a belt that matched perfectly or —gasp — a new suit. The new non-shopping-making-a-promise-for-365-days Jamie scrounged through her suitcase to find a solution.
The only real option to be found was a thin blue waist wrap belt speckled with silver rings that was never meant to hold up anything. Its original purpose being more of a decorative sit-around-the-waist type of belt.
But, it had to do, it was all I had.
For a moment I relished in my ingenuity. Then, for the rest of the day, I cringed at the total mismatch of the blue speckled belt with silver accents and my sleek black suit.
I spent most of my day pulling up my pants with every stand up or sit down, hoping my BLUE belt that totally clashed with my BLACK suit wasn’t peaking through or under my jacket.
Now, I’m not complaining, please don’t get me wrong, I am just as happy as the girl next door to shed a few of those booty pounds due to eating a healthy and clean sans sugar diet. I just wasn’t prepared to realize it TODAY. It didn’t suit me well, especially on a day dedicated to meeting, greeting and otherwise putting my best foot forward publicly.
And you know what?
Nobody noticed. And nobody cared.
But, it did remind me of something I care about and sometimes forget: I am not perfect and I don’t have to be.
There’s much to say about pulling together the perfect outfit, matching all the pieces and dressing for success. But, there’s something even more powerful, and that’s knowing you are perfect just the way you are.
Even with a saggy butt and blue belt.