Fashion For The Passion: A Thought on the Clothes in the Professional World

As a recent graduate, when I went into the professional world, I realized I had to change my look. Like many college girls, my closet was full of oversized sweaters, leggings, running pants, and sweats. My preferred foot-ware were moccasins, a nod to my Apache heritage. My life was comfort and I loved it! When I had to get ready for my first meeting with a client, I realized that I couldn’t just wear my mocs, leggings, and a nice shirt. I was professional and I needed to look it! Now, keep in mind, as an accomplished pageant girl, model, and all around fashionista I jump at the opportunity to dress up and wear something other than flat comfortable shoes. The question came down to what is too much and what is too little. I reached out to my great friend Professor Google. My googling resulted in chunky boots, slacks, blouse, and a blazer. Yay for me, I found an outfit that said “I am a professional in my field, listen to my words.” That was great and all, but I felt like I was turning my back on the things that made me Assata. I loved the clothes, and I looked GOOD, but it wasn’t “Assata”. Anyone that knows me knows that I take great pride in my heritage, my figure, and my bright colors. As a multi-racial woman in America, I have always made the effort to make sure I always had something on me that reflected my Mexican American, Native American, or African American heritage. I am a very muscular woman due to my weigh lifting habit and I have taken great pride in that, I had taken to wearing my running pants to show off my shapely legs and I love tops that show off my shoulders. I love bright colors, I think they can change the mood and can make anything fun and creative. I took it upon myself to not setting for clothes that just weren’t me. I found bright accent pieces and tops, I choose shoes that were fun and had fun prints, and I changed my point of view. No longer were my clothes a representation of the fun relaxed me that just wants to draw and drink a beer, I was now a strong, independent woman that could slay with a pencil or hold my own in a meeting. Shopping is still difficult for me. So many things I like, aren’t considered professional, and so many things that are professional either make me look frumpy, or I just don’t like them. It’s a process, but I’m learning.

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