From Frump to Fashionista

Have you ever just sat back and looked at the sink overflowing with dishes, the laundry piled up to the sky, the kid trying to put any and everything into their mouths (that doesn't belong) and the boyfriend/husband having a mental breakdown over a sports game on TV?

If this is your life, i say Welcome. Welcome to the home of the brave, Welcome to a world where we not only have tackled the day to day struggles of being a mom (new or seasoned) or the hassle of uplifting your man/woman on their down-days, all while wiping your own tears, we've mastered the feat that is DOING THIS ALL, IN STYLE!!

How, might you ask? By simply choosing ME first. It sounds selfish, it sounds irresponsible, it sounds impossible, it also sounds like....your God-given right!

So many times i read post after post, saying "either my kid looks amazing and i look like complete swamp trash or vice versa". And honestly, this was probably my mantra for the first 8 months of my daughter's life. But what i realized in the midst of combing through sweat pant after sweat pant, was that I had lost myself. Totally.!

I took so much pride in the way I portrayed myself to the world, pre-kid, and I completely threw away (much like i should've done those sweats) every ounce of self-love I once gleamed of and it showed, inside and out.

Depression set in. But much like all responsible moms and dads i simply didn't have enough time to care. I knew i didn't like what i saw in the mirror every morning or even the daunting glances i would receive in Target while walking the aisles but who are they to judge, i'm a new mom, they just don't understand, i said to myself.

This would've been an acceptable response, if i really believed it. I judged myself every day. I hated what i saw and even more, I hated the fact that my daughter couldn't see the way a vibrant, upbeat, poised and confident smile, that her mom once wore, could brighten a room.

I made a 7 day plan for myself which not only allowed for me to get my household chores done daily but also allowed time to read the new fashion magazine, explore my closet for a few minutes to pair up items, interchangeably, for the upcoming work week AND talk with a license professional therapist (virtually) about what i was feeling, lacking and wanting to change. From this plan came the birth of what is now, Oh Chic Fashion Consulting, LLC.

Because self-love, in the form of fashion, saved my mental.

And we hope to do the same for you.

Welcome....