Dress as Well as You Want to Feel


· feeling alone      · insecure
· sense of heaviness    · self-doubt

Outer: Smoking loafers by Miu Miu.
Inner: I’m fully supported and loved. I have great friendships that remind me of who I truly am.

warningWARNING Wear may lead to a boost in energy, enthusiasm and overall mood.


The day I met my husband, I wasn’t feeling great. In fact, I didn’t want to go anywhere at all, let alone meet the love of my life. That afternoon I was wearing frumpy sweatpants, un-brushed hair randomly gathered in a ponytail, and a pair of Ugg boots that my big toe had pushed a large hole through. I’d recently been laid off from my job, was worried about paying my bills, and still quietly moping over a break-up that had happened over a year prior. I felt like a mess, an unlovable mess. Why should I even bother “going out?” I mean, what was the point?

My roommate of several years came into my bedroom and demanded that I get up. She saw my sadness and said, “You look awful, no wonder you feel so horrible. Go take a shower and leave the rest to me.” I came back to find a simple, but elegant, black dress (which was hers) next to a pair of red heels that I’d forgotten I owned, and a hairdryer, curling iron, and makeup laid out on my bureau. She smiled and said, “We all have our low spells, girl, but I have a secret: a fresh hairstyle and a good pair of shoes can turn any situation around.”


I reluctantly sat down and watched as she blew out my hair and carefully wrapped it around the warm iron. As she proceeded, I couldn’t help but notice my mood was shifting. By the time I slid my feet into the bright red stilettos, I felt like a different person. I didn’t feel frumpy anymore. Heck, I felt hot!

I’d long understood that the way we dress affects the impression we make on others, but up until that moment I didn’t realize how it affected my own well-being. Many applied psychology studies have proven that everything about a person’s clothing, from color to fit, affects one on a psychological level. I was proof that changing one’s appearance could shift one’s mood.


My girlfriend’s secret worked. I oozed confidence the evening I met my husband, and we’re now approaching 10 years of marriage. Her trick was simple but powerful—she reminded me of my self-worth and beauty. I still have days I don’t feel 100%. On those days, I head to my medicine cabinet, a.k.a. my closet, and prescribe myself an outfit that looks the way I want to feel. It’s not always easy, but as I step into my shoes, I intentionally step into a more positive and loving mindset. Intentions are meaningful, and our clothing can be used deliberately, whenever we choose.

Using fashion in a positive manner is an act of loving oneself. It is the responsibility of all of us to take care of our physical vessels, to keep them in good repair and running well. I dress the way I want to feel, everyday, no matter if anyone will see me or not. And I do my best to be the kind of friend who shows up with a curling iron and a pair of shoes when someone I care about is feeling blue. A little love can go long way. What does your outfit say about your mood today?

I Am Beautiful Revolution!

I’ve loved receiving your responses to my article I Am Beautiful. So many of you shared photos of yourself via Facebook, twitter and email. You are all incredibly beautiful! Each one has touched me deeply and I am grateful to be having this conversation.

In that spirit, I wanted to share a blog (inspired by my article) from the amazing handbag designer Emily Rosendahl:

I am going to say it… I think I am beautiful. No, I am not being a complete narcissist by saying it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with saying those three little words out loud, “I am beautiful!”

This topic stems from my girlfriend and “Shoeologist” Shannon Bindler’s recent article. She is the bees knees and has openly touched the sensitive topic of beauty. Well done girl! Over the years media and exposure has made women become so judgmental not only of ourselves, but of others. Shame on us!

There is not a single person on the planet without a flaw. I see flaws as unique characteristics, like a birth mark. Yes, I wish my ass would stay put and defy gravity. Yes, I wish I would stop getting pimples at 34. Yes, I wish my tummy didn’t have a little extra love hanging over my bikini. Guess what, I don’t care about any of it and I’m still going to wear a bikini, jiggly ass and all!

I work out 4 -5 days per week to feel fit and healthy, which is exactly how I feel, fit and healthy! I have curves that I love, I have scars that remind me of adventures, I have stretch marks from a growth spurt, and I don’t want to fix any of it. I am completely comfortable in my own skin, and I’m a firm believer that confidence is the absolute sexiest quality a woman can possess.

I will say it proudly, openly and honestly. I know that true beauty comes from the inside out. I think I am beautiful!

– Emily

Emily Rosendahl sole prescription
Emily traveling through Africa

I’d love to hear more of your stories and see pictures of your beautiful selves. Please feel free to shoot me a message via facebook or twitter with the hashtag #soleprescription. Let’s keep this beauty revolution train rolling!

You are beautiful.


So are these handbags by Emily Rosendahl:


She Held On To What She Loved

Photographed by Merry Brownfield / source: Vogue At Erdem

A year ago one of my best friends from childhood had a heart attack. She was young, healthy, didn’t do drugs, and had no family history of heart disease. It didn’t make sense. One moment she was training for a marathon, the next she was lying on the ground with no vital signs. Though she’s a petite girl she was always the toughest of our gang, and, true to form, she miraculously survived.

When we were young, all we had was time. Though we loved each other, we both couldn’t wait to leave our small town and explore the world. I suppose, while trying to discover myself, I’d inadvertently loosened my hold on our friendship. Only when I almost lost her permanently did I realize that I hadn’t been cultivating our relationship for some time.

She didn’t call me back, so I stopped reaching out to her. We lived three thousand miles away from each other. I had a family of my own and a full-on career; I just didn’t have the time anymore. We were different people now. The list of excuses continued…

The truth is, somewhere along the way I let go.

I messed up, big time. Even so, she invited me to stay with her a few weeks ago. We reminisced about old times, and, well, the new times ahead of us that seemed more precious than they ever had.

Now that we have a second chance, I’m going to hold on. I’m holding on to all of the people that I love, to the irreplaceable relationships that make life so dynamic. I’m shouting out to them, “Hey there, I appreciate you. The world is better because you are in it. I love you.”

I’m holding on tightly. And this time, I sure as hell won’t let go.

She Kept a Tight Circle

Boots by Dr. Martens

There’s nothing like being surrounded by people who root for you. People who have your back and push you upward. A group that believes there is enough room at the top for everyone. That one of our success means all of our success.

It’s more incredible yet, to stand beside my gals (and guys) and encourage them to reach for the stars. If they stumble, they know they’ll see a line of stilettos encouraging them to get up and try again.

Yup, these are my kind of friends and I am happy to have a lot of y’all playing alongside me these days.

I once heard that a friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you’ve forgotten the words. I must say it’s one of the nicest things to have and one of the best things to be.