THOSE Skinny Red Jeans {Hems For Her}

Today I want to introduce you to someone who I’ve only “known” for a short time, yet immediately struck me as a girl I need in my life. Meet Katie…

Katie’s blog Hems for Her is the ripe old age of 3 weeks, and I couldn’t love it more! I first found Katie through this little post, and immediately fell in love. Scary patterned tights, skinny jeans, belts, Katie goes for it all with no fear!

She embraces her bod, she embraces her style, and she looks incredible doing it! Amazing style and an amazing attitude simply make me smile with every post I read.

Without further ado…here’s Katie!

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I didn’t coin the phrase FATshionista, but I wish I had because if you looked it up in The Dictionary of Awesome Words (not an actual dictionary, yet), you’d find a picture of me.

Our culture is inundated with unrealistic expectations about beauty and what makes a woman attractive, and for years, I fell into that “trap” and unhealthy mindset of “I’m not pretty.” I dressed myself as plainly as I could, as not to draw attention to the obvious fact (like someone pointing out that huge zit on the tip of your nose) that I wasn’t a size six – or the now in-vogue size 00 (that is a for real size- what?!?!?) I admired clothes only in terms of “If Only” (for example, “If only I lost 30/40/50 pounds I could buy that”) and “Somedays” (as in, “Someday when I’m skinny I’ll be able to wear that”).

I know I’m not the only woman out there who’s been missing out because of that little self-hater buried deep inside!

But no more! Today I dare you to step up and step out. Wear that “If Only” or that “Someday”. What are you waiting for Carpe Diem!

If only I could lose 50 pounds then I’d wear those skinny red jeans.

Someday when I’m a size six, then I’ll be able to wear those skinny red jeans.

Today, was that “someday”. “If only” I had worn these pants sooner! I rocked it!

When my son was younger, I took him to the playground. He wanted to go down one of the big kid slides. I was afraid for him, but he insisted. He was so small and the slide was so high that when he got to the bottom he flew right off and fell on the ground. He cried; I cried. It was traumatic. A few minutes later though, he got up and wanted to do it again.

I asked him, “Aren’t you afraid?”

He told me, very emphatically, “No! I’m Sean Logan Frost!”

And he went down the slide again. Without fear.

Why do we lose this fearless spirit? Why do we allow other people to dictate what makes us feel good? Why do we deny ourselves red pants?

So what are you waiting for? Here’s your challenge and your invitation! Wear that something you’ve been too afraid to wear. Wear it today! Today my motto was, “Carpe Denim”. What’s yours?

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THANK YOU KATIE!!!!

I’m totally afraid to wear patterned/textured tights for fear of making my childhood nickname of thunder thighs (thanks Beck, love you!) look like a reality. But I say NO MORE!!!! So when you see patterned/textured tights appear, we all have Katie to thank