Ever since I can remember, I've dressed up for other women. It started at the age of five with those really pretty skorts which my mom used to buy in abundance for me. The feeling I would get when all my girlfriends used to stare at them with envy was out of this world. Back then, I didn't know what I was doing but now I know that the term was- dressing up for other women.
There's a party of about 50 people and you know literally everybody whose going to show up. Your body is killing you because you've had a long and tiring day. Gym pants is all you want to slip into right now. But do you step out of your house wearing the most comfortable piece that lies in your closet? No, you instead pick the off-shoulder bodycon dress, wash and curl your hair, take a minimum of 45 minutes to do the make-up and don the H&M danglers you bought just last week.
Are you doing this for yourself? Absolutely not.
You're doing this for those 30 other women who're going to look their best and you don't want to be one step behind.
Don't get me wrong dear readers, dressing up for other women is not wrong. If you ask me, it gives me a thrill, a reason to take an extra effort towards myself. And every time I get the stares with envy, I transport back to the time when I was five. The feeling still is out of this world. To some like me, it is a way of boosting the confidence, while there are others who take this as a stressful task.
But sometimes this term can mess up with your head for real and make you do things which you would swear to never have done if asked by a friend.
That leads me to the second part of this post-
Have you ever criticized your friend's outfit so that she doesn't wear it and you get to take the lead?
I as a matter of fact did it once. One week before this really huge party, one of my friends sent me pictures of two dresses out of which one was so good that I shed some stoic tears and the other one was relatively not that attractive. My friend wanted to go with the dress I too liked but I made her wear the other one. I said all the things which I knew would convince her to wear the average dress. She came to the party looking ordinary and feeling not-so-great while I, even after looking better than her and getting what I wanted, felt worse than her.
No, I'm not proud of the incident but it helped me realize what a bitch of a person I was becoming. So I decided to make my peace with this term and not go so crazy. Ever since then, I've tried to dress up for only myself and it's truly made me happy.
But if you were sailing the same boat as mine, you would know that every now and then, it's not so bad to get the "out of this world" feeling when dressing up ;)