Sports Bras & Sweatpants.

Ok, this may be a little bit of a rant. Or a lot of a rant...I haven't really decided yet.

I have heard it said, and numerous times recently, that really, when we get down to it, ALL women love to be dressed up. We love to be pretty and done up and classy and the like. To have our make up and hair done, don dresses and heels and go somewhere fancy....every girls dream, right?

Shows like What Not to Wear not only suppose that dressing up is good, and even necessary in the professional arena (which I totally agree with), but it can change a woman's outlook on life from drab, to freakin' awesome.

The vibe they give off is that wearing the right clothes can completely improve your quality of life.

Ok, so here's the thing. Lots of girls love to get dressed up. You see a lot of outfit posts here in the blogosphere. I don't think there is anything inherently wrong with these posts, AT ALL. I love so many of the bloggers that choose to do these posts. And when I read them, I generally enjoy seeing what they choose to wear and how they put their outfits together.

But here's the thing. Those women are not me. I don't like getting dressed up. AT ALL.

You would be amazed how quickly I can come home from church on Sunday and change into athletic shorts, and a T-shirt.

I just don't enjoy being fancy.

My first date with Nate was in jeans and a Tshirt, and this is how we dressed for our Wedding Rehearsal.

When I go out with friends, unless I need to be dressed nice, I wear jeans, a T-shirt, and yes, the dreaded sports bra. I don't care how 'comfortable' dresses are for most women, for me they're nothing compared to sweatpants.

And I'm tired of having to explain this to people. Who cares if I don't like being dressed up?? It's taken me a long time to come to grips that I am not less of a woman than the proper, put together, hair done, matching accessories type of girl.

For a long time, I thought that my wardrobe, along with the fact that I would rather be sitting hunched over on an athletic bench than with my legs crossed in pantyhose, meant that I didn't display beauty. That I, in fact, wasn't at all beautiful.

But, I will never wear a skirt 'just because'. I will never spend an hour getting my hair ready to go anywhere. And I will never choose something fancy over my sports bras and sweatpants.

And that's OK. That's who I am, at the core. There's nothing defective about hating dresses and lipstick.

Jesus has created me a feminine beauty...who wears sweatpants. 

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