Sweaty Betty has been my close companion for months. My new normal.
Pencil skirts, shirts and heels were quickly replaced with leggings, sports bras, trainers and vest tops as the following day’s attire. Even my Instagram feed favoured lounge wear, mirroring my vibe.
There was a reason for this initially. I took the opportunity to use lockdown to focus on my weight loss, determined to lose two stone which had increasingly found its place on my body since I moved from Singapore four years ago. I quickly became a fitness addict, rising early to start the day with a run before hammering my body with a Peloton HIIT and spin class later on in the day. Every day.
So is it any surprise that leisure wear became an important part of my life? Splurging on the right balance of comfort, compression and sweat-wicking fabrics became an obsession. I figured that now I was spending much more time at home then it didn’t matter what I wore. Was there any point in wearing fashionable clothes, makeup and taming my hair from looking like I had an electric shock?
It begged the question, did fashion even matter anymore? With virtual catch-ups and increased online workouts, when was I ever going to wear my favourite heels and lippy. As a fashion addict I felt quite sad at the thought of unworn beautiful pieces sitting in the closet and endless purchased lipsticks which could be drying out, god forbid! Yep I am one of those people that thinks they never have enough lippy and swears they NEED that new colour when I already probably have that shade by another brand ten times over.
There was however another side to this. I was losing weight and fast. The goal was within reach. And here I was, not seeing any of it because I was living out of leisure wear. It was noticeable, but to other people, not me. It was time to change things up.
I made the decision to make more of an effort, wearing only Sweaty Betty when I was going to work out. I bought jeans that suited my new shape, retrieved dresses from the I will never fit into that again pile, teamed them up with a neutral face palette and replaced the messy bun for a more classic curl. Being more dedicated to celebrating my figure was becoming more appealing by the second.
I realised that dressing up for myself had a profound impact, I was taking care of myself in other ways. My mindset altered from working out to punish my body, to working out to celebrate what I was now capable of. I was able to start separating the two and not allowing exercising to completely consume me. And weirdly, constantly wearing workout gear was keeping me in a zone where I felt I had to keep pushing myself even harder. Changing for the dedicated workout time became much more structured and goal orientated. The rest of the time I could enjoy wearing pieces that made me feel good, I was keeping my own spirits high. I was inspiring myself.
So you know what, fashion does matter. Not for anyone else, but for you.
What are your thoughts on this, what did the clothes you wore throughout lockdown and maybe still wear, communicate to yourself about you?