Sometimes the best thing we can do is get dressed for ourselves

In summer, perfection wears white linen.

The magazines won’t spell it out, but you know what they mean: be radiant. Be tight. Be relaxed, but in a carefully curated, sun-drenched kind of way. Arrive with hair tousled by Mediterranean breezes, live as though your life smells faintly of rosemary and sea salt.

Every summer, the same images return. The people in them have probably never spilled coffee on themselves. Or sat in a car with pleather seats on a 32-degree day.

Summer is a fine time to pretend things are effortless. That you can be yourself, as long as it’s the approved version. For some of us, summer feels like a test we forgot to study for. And for those untouched by nature or Photoshop, it can feel like we’re failing this season too.

Which is more important: chasing approval or accepting yourself?

The first is exhausting. The second, so much harder than it sounds.

Some days, the best thing we can do is get dressed. Not for the mirror. Not for the feed. But for ourselves.

Have you ever stopped to think that the way we talk to ourselves isn’t neutral?

Swedish behavioral scientist Lena Skogholm reminds us: when we criticize ourselves harshly, the brain responds as if we’re being bullied. The same stress chemicals. The same defenses. When repeated often enough, that internal cruelty becomes a kind of slow-motion sabotage.

Negative self-talk isn’t just poetic. It's neurological. And often, we’re our own worst hecklers.

We’d never speak to a friend the way we speak to our reflection. So what if getting dressed became an act of self-negotiation? A decision to be kind to the one staring back.

These undergarments won’t make you flawless. They won’t fix your life.

But they might shift how you see yourself.

They don’t sell a fantasy—because you don’t need one. They’re made to fit the body you live in now.

Start small. And have a soft, honest, perfectly imperfect summer.