I took a step back and thought about it. Criticism will always be there. It’s how I handle it that is the greatest lesson from criticism. My reactions to things are the greatest teacher of who I really am. Learning from those painful moments are what makes me into a better person. Do I run and hide? Do I change who I am because someone doesn’t like me? Or do I realize that not everyone is going to like me and I should be who I am.
I thought about this. Then put this dress and realized it doesn’t matter. I am who I am. I wear sequin hi-low dresses to On the Border. It’s what I am and what I do. So what if I am overdressed? I am happy and confident. So to you all reading this, whether you are more comfortable being in denim shorts or formal gowns, you be you. Who cares if you don’t fit in? Never dull your sunshine for somebody else. You will regret that you didn’t wear what you are comfortable in. Don’t change because someone makes a negative comment. Listen, evaluate whether it’s true or not and then go on.
Whether you wear shorts and a tank top, formal gowns to On the Border or somewhere in-between, be proud. Learn from those criticisms and your reactions. Then you shine on.
As much as I pride myself on being outgoing, confident and vivacious… I have my little insecurities. No matter how much I tell myself that I dress for myself and that it doesn’t matter what other people think, the moment I am criticized I crumble and want to retreat. This happened last week and I was forced to be a mature, adult and swallow my pride and just smile while the tirade of criticism was going on. I held back my tears until I saw Andrew. Poor Andrew. I just walked up to him and he knew something was wrong. I told him. And then he said the best thing ever, “Who cares how you dress? You always look gorgeous and I love you. You are pretty and it doesn’t matter if someone doesn’t like how you dress.“