Since I began writing several years ago, I don’t get out of the house as often as I used to. My office is in my home, and after I shuttle the munchkins around to camps, friends’ houses and extra-curricular events, the last thing the munchkins and I want to do is go hang out in public. There’s no place like home.
Not only are my husband and I both homebodies, but our girls seem to appreciate our time together within our castle walls. We entertain each other well most of the time. There are times when I get to meet a friend for lunch or meet the ladies out for cocktails and laughs, but those occasions are few and far between.
This morning as I sat off-screen, awaiting my TV interview to promote my latest book, “I Just Want to Be Alone;” I had an epiphany. All scrunched up in my Spanx, heels and multi-layers of makeup and hairspray, I realized I do not enjoy getting dressed up. In fact, I dread it!
When I was a little girl, I wore dresses all the time. I don’t know if it’s because it was the time period, the style; or if my Mom preferred me in dresses or I begged to wear them. I don’t remember.
But sometime between then and college, I had had enough of the fancy. I was done with glamour.
My grandmothers always looked feminine and presentable. My mom looked lovely every day; but give me a t-shirt and yoga pants and I’m one comfy lady. I even partially decided to become a nurse so I wouldn’t have to wear pantyhose or heels. Scrubs are like going to work in your jammies and running shoes.
So why have I been fighting this natural look? Did society play such a large role in how I should appear? I’m too old for that fool way of thinking.
Maybe I’m more of a Tomboy than I had realized. Now the only time I put on makeup and curl my hair is when I’m on TV, going to church, weddings, or funerals. I’m sure there are some of you, who don’t understand this feeling. I’m not judging anyone who feels better with improving what they have. I just question why they need to play dress up in adulthood.
There’s a part of me that wants to be known for the real me. Stacey Warner Hatton. And after playing roles in the theater for 15 years, and changing my clothes thousands of times, I’m ready to strip down to me. The bare essentials. No, Mom I’m not becoming a stripper!
My family, my kids and husband love me just as I am. So if I don’t enjoy getting dressed up anymore, then I’m just wasting my time and energy on something that isn’t right for me.
Of course, I’ll still have my time on KC Live! every month; and I’ll primp up for that. But that is theater. A show for others.
But when I’m away from the spotlight, I’m going to me: natural, comfortable and silly as all get out.
To all the other tomboys out there, please join me in this freedom movement to not worry about what others think. You can start off small. Go to the store without makeup. And you will begin to notice that not everyone is fancy or glamorous all the time.
If you want to get fancy – great for you. Do it. I’m sure people will notice you. But if you make eye contact and smile or laugh with someone, they will see your true beauty and it doesn’t need concealer to be radiant.
So my friends, I’m going to lounge in my t-shirt and sweats and focus on what’s important in my life…enjoying and laughing with my family and friends.
Doesn’t get more beautiful than that!
I’d love to hear from you in the comments. That way I know someone is reading it!
Here is my fancy interview with Jen Man at People I Want to Punch in the Throat. We were with Michelle Davidson from KC Live! This is 5 minutes after my epiphany.