Image is Everything

I can argue with the best of them that the above is not true. My idealism begs me to believe in the objectivity of man when it comes to judging others. Sadly, objectivity is becoming a relic on a world where snap judgments are made within nanoseconds of a person’s entry into a room.

I started on my image while still quite young. Although I dabbled in day dreams of having a punk image for an ephemeral rebellious period in my early teens, my parents wisely redirected my thoughts to more positive pursuits. Coming out of my punk induced haze, I began implementing the image I had admired since childhood. It may sound silly but I had always adored the movie stars of the 1940s, like Rita Hayworth. I loved their glamour, the long flowing hair, the big inky lips, manicured nails and the classic, sophisticate style of dress that revealed just enough. I did temper the look, but I nailed the basics. Not until college did I realize I had hit the mark in this area when one of my sorority sisters said she couldn’t imagine me ever looking unsophisticated. Voila! Image achieved.

While I am no Rita Hayworth, I know that the care and attention I give to my appearance has served me well and made others take note when they may have dismissed a nascent, college grad. Today I usually stand out because of the care I put into my appearance. It gives me an edge in that people associate greater competence with a person who presents herself stylishly professional. And in my case, I assure you my competence is more than skin deep.

Be bold!!