There’s a young couple at church that we like hanging out with.  They’re in their twenties and just starting out, but so smart and fun that they just are miles and years ahead of where we were at that age. They don’t treat us like the old fogeys we are, who wouldn’t like that?

Last weekend after Mass, she remarked to me that I gave her hope that moms of big families could be stylish and wear something other than plaid or denim jumpers.  I’m thrilled that she thinks I’m stylish. I try, but have my doubts sometimes.  Her comment got me to wondering – why does having a lot of children automatically equal frumpiness?

We try to raise our children to see the wonders and joys of a big family, but what message does the way we look send to them?  It is difficult to speak of the beauty of this life when the face we give to it is outdated and unattractive.  We say that physical appearances shouldn’t matter, that it’s the inside that counts.  Let’s be honest, the outside matters, too.  While the outside is  not the most important thing, if we are walking through life with grizzled, frizzy hair, ill-fitting clothes, and a sullen expression….who wants to be that?

It’s hard to be a woman and understand how clothes are supposed to fit us.  What looks amazing at 20 looks dreadful at 40 and ghastly at 60.  Our bodies change radically after having babies. The basic shape and proportions morph into something completely new, and often unexpected.  We spend so much time momwishing we could get that 20 year old body back that we never learn to work with what we have.  It’s a shame, because grown up real women are amazingly beautiful.  We but into this lie that the marks of a life well lived are unattractive or shameful, when they are absolutely the opposite of that. We need to stop seeing what used to be, and learn to love and care for the reality that is.

We need to not be afraid to try things on, or to take a brutally honest friend to the store when we shop.  (Have I mentioned the importance of an honest friend before?)  It doesn’t have to be as difficult as we let it become.  We hang on to clothes we once loved but can’t wear, because “some day” we will lose that saggy baby belly and the clothes  will once again look amazing.  The truth is that without surgery, we won’t ever totally lose the belly. We earned it and it’s sticking with us. Even if we somehow did, the clothes would be outdated anyway.

So what am I talking about? Let’s get past wishing for what once was and learn to work with what we have. (I have it on very good authority that curves are attractive, so yay for us!)

While we’re not called to be supermodels, we could all stand to do a better job of  basic good care and maintenance.  We can at least put as much effort into our own looks as we do into our children’s appearances.  (It drives me crazy to see little girls decked out from the flower in their hair to the cute shoes on their feet while mom tries to be invisible in her hole-y t-shirt and torn, frayed jeans and flip flops.  Mom deserves better.)

We just need to begin and the rest will follow. (Me as much as anyone.) Here’s my own to-do list:

  • Start with a bra that fits.  It’s shocking how difficult this can be.  Victoria’s Secret will measure and fit you for free!!!!! You don’t even have to buy a bra there.
  • Buy the best bra you can afford.  It makes such a difference in how your clothes fit and how you feel about your body.  The right bra can make you look 10 lbs lighter.  Try them on.
  • Fix your hair every day.  Even the ubiquitous pony tail can be cute if you make an effort for it to be.  It takes an extra 5 minutes in the morning.  If you have time to read this blog, you have time to fix your hair. Hot rollers or a flat iron take minutes and work wonders.
  • Unless you have curly hair, then please use a pick and not a brush.  You have no idea how jealous I am of girls with curly hair or how sad I get when I see those gorgeous curls frizzed out.  Pick! Pick! Pick!
  • Clothes with holes or stains should be mended or thrown out.  (I’m so guilty of this.) There is no hole so small that it doesn’t matter.  T-shirts are cheap.  Buy a new one.
  • Buy fitted clothes.  Seams make you look thinner.  Big boxy tops and dresses make you look like a box.  You’re a girl.  You have curves.  Love them.
  • Covered up is prettier than exposed, but modest doesn’t have to mean frumpy.  Experiment with layers!
  • Invest in a jacket that looks good on you.  I have denim and khaki ones which I love.  They make any outfit looked pulled together just by throwing them on. (I got mine at the thrift store for $3. You don’t have to spend a fortune, and no one is asking you to.)
  • Lipstick and mascara make a huge difference and take little to no time to apply.  Why wouldn’t you?
  • DEODORANT!!!! (This is not an issue for me, but some of you…..you know who you are.)
  • Cute shoes can lift up an ordinary outfit and make it memorable.  They don’t have to be mile high heels, but something you like.
  • Polish those shoes.  Shiny shoes just make me smile and feel good.
  • Remember that in 10 years you’ll look at pictures of yourself now and think, “I was so cute then.  What was I complaining about?”
  • Get some exercise. Walk. Zumba. CrossFit. It doesn’t matter. Get the blood flowing and you’ll be surprised how much more you like your body.
  • Smile.  It’s free and it will improve your appearance and the way you feel more than anything else you can do.  (Other than the bra thing.  I was serious about that.)
  • If all of this is too much, just aim to look at least as good as your worst dressed child. Mine wears a tutu with rainboots. How hard can that be?

It is our responsibility to put a good face on Catholic motherhood.  Like it or not, we are ambassadors for our faith and this whole crazy lifestyle. If we don’t appear to be enjoying our lives, who will listen to our words?  What kind of people want to follow in the footsteps of miserable people?  We owe it to ourselves and those who will come after us to love ourselves and make an effort.

I’ll make you a deal, why don’t I go first?

 

 

P.S. If my to-do list doesn’t work for you, make up your own.

Rebecca Frech

Rebecca Frech

Rebecca Frech is a Cradle Catholic who came back to the Church in 2000, and thanks God for it every day. She lives just outside Dallas with her husband, the brilliant Computer Guy, their 7 not-quite-perfect children, and an ever-multiplying family of dust bunnies. When she’s not teaching math, neglecting housework, or reluctantly training for a marathon, she’s blogging at Shoved to Them.

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