The Traveling Red Dress:
I saw Jenny on the Katie show the other day and I thought she should be one of my first “fabulous picks” after learning about the Traveling Red Dress. Have you heard of it? Well, here’s the scoop. Jenny says:
“I want, just once, to wear a bright red, strapless ball gown with no apologies. I want to be shocking, and vivid and wear a dress as intensely amazing as the person I so want to be. And the more I thought about it the more I realized how often we deny ourselves that red dress and all the other capricious, ridiculous, overindulgent and silly things that we desperately want but never let ourselves have because they are simply “not sensible”. Things like flying lessons, and ballet shoes, and breaking into spontaneous song, and building a train set, and crawling onto the roof just to see the stars better. Things like cartwheels and learning how to box and painting encouraging words on your body to remind yourself that you’re worth it. And I am worth it. But here’s the thing…you are worth it too. Which is why this week the red dress will begin a journey, traveling from city to city so that other people can wear it and love it and feel as special and vivid and dynamic as they already are. Because sometimes we all need a little red dress to remind us of that. So today, think about what it is you need and were too embarrassed to ask for. And then go fucking do it. Wear a ball gown to the grocery store. Invite the neighbors to have a picnic on the front lawn. Get that novel out of your sock drawer and publish it yourself. Stand on a bus stop bench and belt out a song for the waiting strangers. Find a playground swing and remember how it felt to fly. Find your red dress. And wear the hell out of it.”
The Bloggess, Like Mother Teresa, Only Better:
If you want to participate in the Traveling Red Dress or you simply want to read an irreverent, funny and insightful blog – often sprinkled with the “f-bomb” – visit Jenny Lawson’s website at The Bloggess, Like Mother Teresa, Only Better.
I’ve also added her book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) to my list of Recommended Reads.
What Would Wearing a Red Dress Mean to YOU?
For me to finally wear a red dress, it would mean that I finally embraced my beauty and my body. I’m not there yet, but I’m working on feeling good in my own skin and owning my sexuality. I have a bit more work to on finding the roots of unworthiness and unlovability that grew throughout my abusive childhood and once I become conscious to them (aka find them and get connected to those roots), I will weed those suckers with fervour and joy. I will then put on a red dress and take pictures of myself doing random acts of modelling around town. For a laugh and some cheers, I will then post the pics on-line!
So all this leads me to ask: what does or would wearing a red dress mean to you? I’d love to hear from you.