A few weeks ago I got contacted by an amazing brand to show their products, basically sponsoring me to wear their clothing.
I was a bit surprised.
We are in contact with a few children's brands who want my beautiful daughter to wear their items, but that girl is beautiful, me in the other hand I'm super conscious and I would even say I lack self confidence to do such a thing.
I talked to my husband about it and decided to do it!
I followed through with the message and let it be, thinking that they were not going to send me anything.
Little did I know that a week later I received their item. Insert the cute emoji shock face!
Their product fit like a glove, it was amazing and the fabric is super silky, but I'll leave the actual review for another post.
As I looked for ways to style it and wear I started to feel better about the opportunity I was given. Took the pictures, but I critiqued them up and down.
They were, and are good quality pictures and are beautiful but I didn't feel confident enough to show them.
I can even go on and tell you my exact thought when I saw them. "I'm not a fashion blogger, nor even close to being my girl Laura who can wear a trash bag and look amazing doing so"
One thing that comes with being a blogger is posting selfies and outfit pictures.
I knew this the day I decided to start this and I was opened to new the new things this adventure would bring, but when the time came I failed to do so.
A few days passed and as I looked at my daughter and her confident self, I looked at how much she feels and looks as beautiful as ever, I know I biased, and for a second thought about this.
Do I want to give her this example? Is this what I want to show her about her body? She has many of my genes and do I really want to pass my insecurities on to her. Even at an early age they see us. They copy our every move, our every action, and I don't ever want her to feel insecure about anything.
This is something that as women we go through and we battle it from being a teen to adulthood, and is something that I may not put an end today but I want to do it little by little and step by step.
I want to be me, and my true self ,is self conscious but I don't want to lack of confidence to defy me. To stop me, to suppress all that I can be and then I had my "aha" moment.
The God of the heavens, the creator of everything beautiful created me, simple and plain old me.
He created me beautiful.
He called me His and as my faith leads me to believe He made me beautiful.
Think of that little person that looks up to you. Think about our creator we are his special work. So YES you are beautiful and so am I.
So go show it off. Show God's work.
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