Gals, if you’re of the taller persuasion and not too curvaceous (which makes these garments very hard to fit), you may want to rock out a longer length jacket like this one. (The stupid Lane Bryant website won’t let me download the image to post here. That’s happening more and more often lately + it drives me crazy! What’s a fashion blogger to DO?)
Let me speak frankly to ya, darlings. PeaceBang has seen, many a time, a gal with a lot of bodankadonk in the trunk wear longer jackets to try to hide what the good Lord gave her. I totally get that, as I am always trying to hide what the good Lord, and years of Chicken Wing Abuse, have given me around the gut, back and lower abdomen. It’s a tough call: do you let your garments basically follow your shape, or do you disguise your shape? I think there’s a cultural shift going on, being led by our braver and more confident young people, that says, “It’s my body and I’m not dressing to hide it.”
What that means is that a lot of young women are running around in tight, cheap garments that leave nothing of their boobs, tummies and backsides to the imagination. I find that a depressing spectacle, and I’m not recommending that any of us go that far. However, I am suggesting that if you’ve been dressing all your life (or since you got a little larger in the posterior or belly or wherever) to HIDE a body part, you may be losing a lot of you in the process. All that fabric, you know. It takes a strong personality and a lot of charimsa to carry off a big swath of fabric, and especially if you’re of short stature.
In closing, pigeons, when you see a garment like the one I just linked to and say to yourself, “Wow, that is a handsome, striking jacket with long lines and flattering, feminine seaming that still suggests a man’s overcoat, and I dig that, it says what I want to say when I walk in a room,” that’s awesome. When you see that garment and think, “Oh, awesome. That coat is long enough to cover my big butt,” you need to think beyond that utilitarian approach. It may indeed cover your butt, but drag the rest of you down, or drown you in too much garment.
Your proportions are your proportions. They are but one aspect of your visual presentation. Certainly take them into account when choosing clothing, but don’t let them dictate how you decide on a style.
Re: What’s a fashion blogger to DO?
take a screenshot!!! or on windows 7 it’s called a “snipper tool” or something like that. Apples are command-shift-3. Click, you got it.
Or, pin the image to Pinterest and then copy or link from there. I just played around with it a bit, and it looks like it should work, and might be a little simpler than the screenshot (which was my first idea, too).
Yes to all of this. For years a friend of mine covered up her rockin’ hourglass figure because she didn’t like her hips. She looked like a sack. Now she has embraced her waist and looks better at 40 than she did at 20.
It took me a while, but I finally figured out that I look and feel better if I dress to highlight the features I love instead of hiding the ones I don’t.
That’s my approach to dressing. If it doesn’t show off my favourite parts, then, I’m not going to buy it!
I like the freedom you offer here to celebrate your body and creatively dress something you you don’t care for on your body. Lots of options between the two. These days I’m no longer trying to hide my curves – pointless – but I am wearing longer skirts (just below the knee) which give me a longer line.
I’m loving the fitted jacket that shows up top right when you follow the link…
I recently took a good, long look at my wardrobe and sorted “day off” clothing from “work” clothing. I mostly buy for work, and my standard uniform is a knee length skirt, clerical shell with roman collar and a jacket or sweater.
I’m experimenting with colour, seeing what I like, and what I don’t. Taking someone with me who will give an honest opinion. But I still love a good bargain…providing it’s something that I love, that I would buy otherwise.
Knowing who we are on the inside is as important as the outside, but when we dress like we don’t know who we are, it shows…