Colours of Your Life (Beige is BORING!)

Colours of Your Life


Beige is boring.

Beige is bland.

If you wear beige:

Smack your hand!

Before and after my mother died, I got fatter and fatter and wore black. I was convinced black made me look slimmer.  I also didn’t realise that black represented the deep depression I suffered after my mum died. I felt very self-conscious at being so fat and seldom went out or socialised although I tried to maintain a bubbly demeanour to hide how sad and unhappy I was. Looking back on that time, I often say that if I’d auditioned for The Incredible Hulk, I’d have been a shoe-in.

I remember sitting at a table with other people at a fat camp (my employers sent me there to lose weight and I should have told them to get stuffed). One lady at the other end of the table was looking around at us all and describing us in one, positive word.  She got to me and hesitated at the black, fat,  lump glowering at her from the end of the table.  You could see her frantically thinking: “What on earth can I call her?”.  And then a wave of relief went over her face and she said: “Gaelic!”.  Which was spot on, actually, as I have Welsh and Irish heritage.

A few years later I started learning Reiki and in the therapy centre was a whole heap of information on colours.  I started reading up about colour, particularly in regard to the chakra energy centres, as I’d never come across this sort of information before. And then one day I walked out and saw a little fat butterball of a lady wearing black and obviously, like me, hoping it made her look slimmer. It didn’t. It screamed out the message: “I am fat and hoping to look thinner wearing black, but I don’t, I still look fat.”  So THEN I looked at myself and understood that my own message was: “I am tall, fat and wearing black in the hope of looking thinner but I don’t,  I still look fat!”.

It was an eye-opener for me and worked in quite synchronistically with the changes I was going through as Reiki started its healing influence on  me. So the next day I went to one of the big department stores in Perth, Western Australia, and bought a summer dress: not just any old dress, but one which resembled Joseph’s Coat of Many Colours.  There were so many colours on that dress and so many patterns, it absolutely blinded you!  My husband called it my Ken Done dress, as that gentleman creates crazy-coloured artworks and patterns.

This started my road to mental wellness. Not only did I feel better wearing brightly coloured clothes again, I found that I’d dropped barriers to inter-action with people which I’d unconsciously set up while I was depressed and wearing black.  One woman walked up to me in the street and said with great delight and a big smile on her face: “That dress is absolutely gorgeous, I just love it. Such wonderful colours!”.  And I was delighted too because the feedback was not only great, it opened me up to accepting compliments and to smiling at people again.

So here’s the gen: think about the colours in your life and don’t blandify yourself. Above all, don’t wear beige!  It is a boring, bland colour which leeches the life out of people wearing it. The Fashion Mafiosa might like it but give these standover merchants the flick.  It’s a sign you don’t value yourself. Wear colours! Wear your passion! I don’t care what colours, but sort out what you like – not what fashion said should be worn at any one time, but colours that suit you and shout your brightness to the world.

And if you want to talk about bright, here’s a link to one wonderful lady who appeared in a recent documentary, Fabulous Fashionistas.  She’s a woman after my own heart – not only does she wear blindingly bright colours and accessories, she hates beige!