It’s All About YOUR Bass! YOUR Treble!

It’s all about that bass, about that bass…no treble…


Dang, I LOVE that Youtube video! I love watching the confident shakes and cocky smiles on Meghan Trainor and her video cast. I love the simple girliness and wish, wish, wish that more young women, heck any women, would feel comfortable enough to move like that.

I was watching it recently and wishing I could help to make a profound change in the way women in our society see themselves! Shortly afterwards, I was sent a blog post by email.

Over my years sponsoring women and “working a program” I have discovered that although they come into “the rooms” looking to stay sober a day at a time, there is so much more that they are really looking for. Most of them are searching for a way to love themselves. To own their “booty,” whatever size it is. And to learn that it really is all about getting to a place of being raw and confident and shaking it, no matter what its’ size the way Meghan Trainor does.  “It’s all about [their] bass!” Sometimes these women that come into my life are easy going. They show up ready and eager to take suggestions. In the fellowship we call it “willing to go to any length.” But more often they only “think” they are willing. And that’s where the opportunity comes in for me to grow with God.

The blog I read today was by one of these women. She is someone that I sponsored for a few years. In it, she wrote about a suggestion I had given her. It is one that I have given often over the years, to stand before the mirror every day and say, “You Go Girl!” As I read, I began thinking about all the women along the way that I have said that to. All the times I have chuckled over that advice and the gallons of coffee consumed while doing so at Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts. I thought about all the moments shared, some wonderful but many frustrating. And I felt grateful that through all of them I have been willing to offer whatever I had to give, even if sometimes it was simply the message of “You GO girl!”

In this blog, the woman owned that she really didn’t “like me” along the way. And as I read, I had a moment of grace, knowing that I was receiving a gift. It was so helpful, so unbelievably helpful to read her words, because I realized that I hadn’t been wrong. I had often felt that dislike in my gut, but hoped it wasn’t true, so I remained willing to be willing to help anyway. I continued working to love her until she could love herself, because it was what my heart told me to do. What had been done for me.

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As I was reading her words, I was thinking of when I started this little blog a few years back and shared it with her. Now, reading the blog she has started, I realized that I had done my job. The one that God had asked me to do for her. And I felt a desire to watch the Youtube video again and shake my booty along with Meghan. And all I could think of as I did so was, “You GO girl!”

Stylish Woman

“Who is that woman over there, the one so put together?” “How does she do it?” “What’s her secret?” “Why do we notice her?” “What is it about her that makes her seem so comfortable in her skin? It’s simple. After years of trying to figure out what the latest fashion trends and “musts” were, she now makes her own fashion statement. She is herself. And part of that statement comes across with the first thing she puts on even before she opens up her closet door. The thing she wears each morning even before selecting her garb of choice for the day. Her fifty something smile, the one that knows that there are no fashion rules to follow because there are no “they” out there making them.

This smile is the one she wears each day that says “I am going to be comfortable both in what I wear and in how I feel because I decide I am.” The one that knows if she wears whatever she wears, with a “rock star attitude,” that she will pull it off beautifully and without breaking the bank on the latest Vogue must.

The smile that, as a necessary undergarment, reminds her of her daily decision to be grateful and happy with who she is and to be comfortable in her wonderful self. The one that radiates energy and then reflects back to her a confidence that she owns for herself before exuding it to others. The one that never goes out of style.

After the smile, the next thing she selects is her lingerie. Her choices are based on items that are fresh and crisp, not a loose thread or snag in sight. Always bright and clean, never shabby, slightly worn out or tattered, they are pristine, always soft, always silky and always sexy even if she will be the only one to notice that day (although her man often does too). She is dressing lovely for herself these days, first and foremost, and that’s what makes all the difference. Like the artist’s first coat over her primer smile this layer sets the tone for what will be worn above and its’ whispers of lace always put an extra bounce in her step. She has learned that this area of splurging is utterly worth it because these articles remind her of her perfect femininity in a world that seems to question its’ perfection. Because she cares about her comfort as a priority, she is unwilling to be distracted or annoyed by an uncomfortable clasp or too tight bodice just to look good, and the selection here each day is critical. But always there is silk or lace or satin, because it feels so delicious on her skin. It is a must for her these days.

The next choice depends on what’s up for the day. Is it work that beckons or play? A sporting event or the theater? A casual walk or a date for lunch or dinner? Her itinerary matters to select what is worn, but how she wears the selection matters even more. Today it will be a skirt. The hems offered in her closet are mostly mini since she’s got great calves and is not afraid to show them. She doesn’t believe in fashion rules based on age and knows that she will rock the navy Calvin Klein that she opts for today. Her blouse of choice is an antique white silk with tortoise buttons that will be great over her camisole. She selects a pair of low heels in navy and is more than OK with this decision. Since she admittedly always struggled in her six inch heels, they are now six feet under, replaced by a lower more comfortable option which still gives her a lift without rendering her off balance. To finish off her wardrobe for the day she picks a red wool shawl. It’s Bergdorffs’ label and she has them in every color as one of her signature staples.

The shawls remind her of her fashionista grandmother who showed that shawls are not just for little old ladies, because even at seventy three “she” had never, ever resembled a little old lady. “Keep your fashion statement simple,” her grandmother would say as she sprayed her Chanel No. 5. “Simple but classy,” like Coco Chanel. And after closing the closet door for today, our fifty something woman is ready. She reaches for her Chanel of choice from the vanity. It is No. 22, and with it she gives the room a spritz before walking through the mist. It’s off to have a day. A wonderful stylish and classy day. She is ready for it. Ready, willing and able and she never even looked through Vogue to find out what to wear. Maybe she should write to them and tell them about the smile.