#BOPO in a Bodycon

This post today might get a little rambly, but I’m ok with that. I hope you will be too….

Today I’m talking about #bopo in a bodycon. #BOPO? What’s that? I wondered the same thing until I figured it out and now I love the hashtag: #bopo stands for body positive. Now this is definitely a hashtag I can support. I have plenty of things I don’t like about my body, but instead I’d rather be #bodypositive and embrace all the bits that make me me. I will admit to feeling body conscious at times; therefore I do all I can to be body positive instead. To that end, being #bopo in a bodycon never crossed my mind. This would be a style of dress I would typically avoid!

But every now and then, I like to give myself imaginary style challenges. Or rather, I open up my holiday box of clothing for the holiday season and find that the forest green dress I purchased the season before at the end of season sales is a bodycon. I thought this green dress was going to be more on the shift side of dresses–not the bodycon variety! Eeek! Sometimes using the dressing room is a good idea… Well, regardless, my challenge was set out for me: how could I style this dress? I gave myself a style challeng: let’s say I was told I had to wear a bodycon dress for Thanksgiving. My first reaction would be, “NO WAY!” Why would one ever choose to wear a body con during a feast? I certainly wouldn’t. But on the other hand, I’m aware that I did buy this dress for the holiday season. Let’s see what I could do with it….while keeping in mind my full intention of being #bopo in a bodycon.

The first thing to do in order to feel good in this form fitting dress would be to highlight some curves while disguising others. I pulled out my sparkly tee for this. This top is doing a few things for me: it’s boxy and hits right at my hips, so it covers my upper curves while highlighting my hippy ones. Since it’s short sleeved, it follows that turtleneck sleeve trend too showing a bit of the green sleeve. I chose my mid calf cowboy boots (that deserve their own paragraph momentarily), and also chose my new Zara holiday clutch that I had to gift myself. Sometimes Santa’s Elf (me!) helps out before the season starts!!

Let’s talk about these ancient but oh so lovely cowboy boots. First the color, cognac, is beautiful. The style is half cowboy, half classy with such an extreme point. The heel is a perfect height in the Goldilocks way–not to small, not too large but just right–especially for my Pinky hip. These shoes were bought because of one of my Fashion Fixations. (There have been so many and they are always very important so capital letters have been used to form a proper noun.) We were living in Venezuela, and often on the weekends we would head to Margarita Island to do one of two things: I would shop and Kevin would wind surf. Margarita Island was duty free, so the prices were great! I walked into Bershka, and low and behold there was the chicest lil’ boho gal I’d seen in a while. She was Shakira’s doppelgänger with this paisley funky dress and these boots. I purchased both, but the boots required some tracking down. Then, I wore her outfit on repeat. The dress I have sadly since gotten rid of but the boots, they’re still with me, and I believe they will be for many more years. My mom actually has a similar pair that I have always coveted–I guess these are my version of her boots. Fashion Fixation fixed times two! I don’t wear these boots often, but when I do, I always feel special. Style Stories…another proper noun that has been attributed to those items in my closet that have become so important simply based on the story behind them.

Now onto Thanksgiving, the one holiday that makes me really, really miss home. It’s the American holiday that I’ve never properly celebrated while living overseas. Yes, I gather with friends, sometimes on the fourth Thursday of the month, sometimes on the Friday. Some Thanksgivings have been celebrated by a purchased roasted turkey; other turkey days have had pizzas on the grill serve as the main course. Sometimes the day is celebrated on a Friday with the main event being the tree going up. Every year we do celebrate family in some way and always Grandma Soogie’s Cinnamon Rolls are made. The one thing that has never happened though is me roasting a turkey. I’ve never done that. But, I’ve always had this burning desire to at least give it a shot one day in my life. Today is that day. I am roasting my first ever turkey. I’m going to stuff it too. I made the pecan pie last night. Kevin has prepared the cinnamon rolls. Vincent will be in charge of the potatoes; Gigi’s making the cranberry sauce. I’ll make the green beans too. And with all this foot, we’re having a proper Thanksgiving feast! Tonight!!

I think I’ll take pictures and report back on how it all goes! I may even wear the tight green dress and feel #bopo in a bodycon!!

Happy Thanksgiving! What makes your celebration special?