In the months leading up to my wedding day, I couldn't decide whether I should wear my hair up or down. I felt split 50/50, and truly believed I could go either way, so I posed the question to G. He didn't miss a beat: Up, he said. I remember thinking two things in that moment: 1. Who knew he had such a strong opinion? 2. I had my final decision.
Looking back, it feels a little bit anti-feminist ("If that's what my husband wants, that's what he’s getting!"), but, at the same time, I wanted to look beautiful for him while we committed to sharing our lives together. The same concept came up recently when I tried on a dress I was on the fence about. I wasn't planning on keeping it, but then G walked in and his jaw dropped. He said I should wear that dress every day, he loved it so much.
In that moment, I felt incredibly torn. When I'd first looked in the mirror, I saw too much fabric and an over-the-top leopard print, but hearing how strongly he loved it, I decided to give it a try and wear it to the office. When I walked in, literally every person told me how much they liked it, and the compliments didn't stop coming. In total, between G, work, and a party I attended that night, I probably had 25 people complimenting the dress.
Even now, as I write this post, I'm not fully convinced I love the dress (even though I decided to keep it), which leads me to question: How much do other people's opinions truly matter? I’d like to say I'm immune to them, especially given the nature of my job. As a public-facing persona, people offer their opinions all the time, which can be either a fantastic or hurtful thing, depending on the feedback.
When a woman recently reached out to tell me that I should grow out my hair while I'm "young," and that I had my whole life to have short hair, I immediately had two conflicting thoughts: I appreciated the objective feedback, then felt taken aback—who's to say older women can't wear their hair however they want?
Ultimately, the answer for how much weight I put in the opinions of others is: It depends. I have a perfume that I love passionately, but G and my mom hate it. At the end of the day, my love for my perfume supersedes any allegiance to my family's opinions (sorry, G). For the most part, I wear what I want when I want, but that doesn't mean I don't take G and other's opinions into consideration. Where do you fall?