Soccer mom I am not
I have a hard time with what is consider the norm for mom-look in the US. As in, I don’t get it, nor will I ever will. I am saying this from a cultural standpoint as I have hard time integrating and starting to wear athleisure as a “look”. I can’t. I just can’t. My best friend sports the look (no pun intended) and looks amazing. I look like a slob who forgot to put on pants - let’s just please forget about it and move on. Let’s embrace real clothes as errands running mud-splashing things. They will get cleaned and my mood will stay intact. Win-win.
For my son’s practice I wore the below. Hedi favorites - as I often reach for his clothes when I feel stressed and I need “armor”. I need to feel good to face the judgement directed at me for wearing “THAT” at soccer practice. Can you imagine? Drama.
Make it stand out. Or not.
It all begins with an idea, and some courage. Courage to show up as yourself, not trying to please anyone, not trying to “fit in” when you know you don’t anyway. And those who want to be your friends will do so regardless of what you are wearing.
In my case, my outfits at practice start a conversation, and I meet cool moms. When I do get the side eye, I just smile. Whatever, you know?
And voilà. Mixing prints doesn’t have to be scary. Showing up as ourselves should never be scary. And if it is, maybe we should reconsider being there at all. I was worried and very self-judgmental at first. I even bought some fancy athleisure - I tried, but it never saw the light of day. I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me. - Sex and the City reference if anyone remembers it?
Have fun!
Dea xx