In high school, I respected and absorbed countless phrases.
My favorite was uttered by my dad.
One hot summer day out on the links,
(Back when golf defined me: independent of the stereotypical Filipinas)
I displayed my new gear (an airy collared women’s shirt, a crisp pair of khaki shorts, some white-laced FootJoys) with pride.
“Nice – If you look good, you play good.”
Well, pardon the grammar.
Technically speaking, it’s ‘play well.’
And if you know me, you know that’d I’d typically correct this kind of mistake.
But all grammar aside, I value the sentiment.
Regardless of societal pressure to impress.
If you think you look good, then you feel good.
To feel confident about yourself validates the need to worry about image.
These days, I glance out of the window and declare:
“It is time.”
I breathe deep,
Search for comfortable shorts,
Flattering workout tank,
Hey, if I’m going to work out
Might as well look good.