It may sound inadequate and utopian, but I believe that “success” is achieved when one becomes what it wants to be, in its personal aspiration, and this entails a whole universe. The “right” is not dictated by the moment, nor by fashion, much less a passing trend. You dictate the right thing, and for that you must know yourself, love yourself, and know what you want.
Thus, “Dressing for success” becomes a metaphor for preparation for a goal. We are not talking about clothes, I repeat, nor of advancing in any area of life. We’re talking about goals.
And then the million-dollar question arises: what is the goal? What -or who- do you want to be? Well, if you’re lucky enough to know, you’re halfway there. If you can even visualize it, your mind is there; and if your head is there -they say- the body follows.
Women are taught, from a young age, to wish for certain stereotypes: we want to be cute, skinny, blonde, athletic, with money, smart, independent, housewives, mothers. Whatever.