Thursday, June 5, 2014

Dressing Your Truth... and baring your soul...

Almost a month ago, I happened on a website called www.DressingYourTruth.com.  I was instantly intrigued, and kept digging - looking at the before and after photos was amazing!  I'm a sucker for a good makeover story, and signed up for the *FREE* videos to learn how to discover my beauty profile, so I could learn to dress my truth (whatever that meant?)!  I was excited to get my first video, and checked my email eagerly.  Finally it came though - and my first thought was - hey - I remember this lady!

The email was from Carol Tuttle.  The name sounded so familiar.  So I used the handy Gmail search to look for Carol Tuttle, and low and behold, from my archive of 34,000+ Gmail messages - there were the ones from Carol Tuttle in 2009!  Back then she was sending out information about chakras (don't remember why I requested it?), and I instantly became suspicious about her intentions with this "new" venture of dressing your truth - is it a scam?  An elaborate set up to get my credit card information with whatever format they could find to hook me in?  I had to investigate!  


I watched the first video, and realized that she was legit... still doing work with energy, but now in a format that is relatable to all women and most men.  And I LOVED the video.  The idea that we all have a certain kind of energy - 4 types for everyone - and if we dress according to our natural energy, we will have peace and harmony within, absolutely resonated with me.  I couldn't wait for my next video!

I waited with anticipation each day as the videos came through, and I learned more and more about this unusual typing system... not on personality, not on skin tone, but based on 5 areas - two of them that I had no control over for the most part!  Over the next three weeks, I watched hours of video... 18+ that came through the emails, and many that were posted on her blogs, and tried for form some basis of understanding for what my type might be.  

There was a huge internal struggle as I tried to identify the facial features of the different types in my own face, and the learning styles, and ways of movement, and many others.  So much internal conflict, as the more I learned, the more confused I became.  I tried to think back to childhood, and who I REALLY was before my learned behavior kicked in.  So much introspection, I became weary and my heart was confused.  I prayed about it - was this taking too much time and attention away from other things?  Yes. Did I need to let go?  Yes.  Ok, I took a step back.  And relaxed.  And it came to me... my type... of course..
(to be continued...)