Every so often, I try to make the point that I am so much more than autism. And every time, by the end of the post, I come back to autism.
Can’t fight city hall.
I had my heart set on a new pair of brown boots.
You see, I have… oh, four? speaking events coming up in the next two months. The first two are small, the third is moderate sized, and the fourth, which will be paid, will be up to a few hundred people and five hours away. It’s a big deal, and I am determined to do a bang-up job, not just for a new speaker but for any speaker. And so, I will practice on the smaller, local groups so that I am truly prepared for the large group (not to say that I won’t do my darndest with the 5-person group as much as I will for the large group, though!).
So if you’re going to be a real speaker and if you’re going to sell books like a real author, why, you do need the right clothes to do it in, don’t you?
I’ve been revamping my image a little, lately. Last year I lived in sweats and tees, hair cut short or pinned back. Today, I’m wearing black capris (still stretchy in the waist, though) with a white tank, and over that a gauzy floral print, black and white top with lace. My hair has a small braid of to the right side to keep the front back and is pulled into a low pony tail. In typical Lydia fashion, I did wear brown sandals when we went out today with my black-based outfit, but generally, I look really nice. No, I have no qualms about saying that. Should I? Too bad. Because I look good. I make sure that I look at least semi-professional everywhere I go, so that if I get to talking to someone or selling a book, I’ll look appropriate.
Thus, I needed a new speaking outfit. Now, due to sensory issues and body image issues, I haven’t word a pair of jeans in about six years. Well, not to mention that I have yet to find a pair that fits me correctly. But I tried on and found a pair a few weeks ago. Dark wash with contrast stitching. Boot cut. Oh yes, I like.
And then I got a blue with white pinstripes button down. And over that, a 4-button khaki jacket.
So do you see why I needed some brown boots? I have a pair of brown shoes. They’re chipping, and they look like old lady shoes, to be honest. I’m a pretty, 23-year-old girl. I don’t need old lady shoes.
Why, yes… those would do just fine, don’t you think? They’re Clarks, if you wondered. I do love me some nice Clarks.
And you know what makes them extra special? I bought them. With my money. And Mom didn’t even come…. staff brought me to the mall as a treat and we picked out some nice boots.
I can’t separate myself completely from autism, not even for the length of a blog post. But I hope you’ll see that, in addition to autism, I’m also a girl who loves some cute shoes and new clothes!