I Don’t Get Cool Points From My Zip Code: Getting Friendly With Makeover Momma


I live in a really small town.

I live in such a small town, that it takes 45 minutes (one way) to get to a decent mall for shopping, Coldstone for indulging, or Sephora for worshiping. However, after having lived in a small town for so many years, I have realized one sad fact lately: most people hate small towns.

In a sense, I’ve always viewed petite town living from a completely different perspective, since I grew up in Boca Raton, Florida (as in- 12 year old getting a nose job and a Porsche for her Bat Mizvah kind of Boca). Boca was a place where there was no such thing as being too tan, too “double DD”d, or living too close to Donald Trump. It was not only a culture shock moving to a cow pasture in the middle of nowhere (literally), but it surprised me how many of my peers were thrilled to leave.

Now don’t get me wrong: there are so many things to love about the city. Whenever I enter New York I feel like I need to be walking in slow motion, wearing a partially sea-through tu-tu, with choruses of Jay Z and Alicia Keys ringing in my head. But the one thing that I don’t understand, is why so many people let their city define them?

There is something amazing about every destination…

I don’t know about you, but I personally don’t want my identity wrapped around how many celebrities I can name drop (from pseudo run-ins at a bar), or how many “hot sushi joints” I can reference in my Facebook status. This past weekend I helped my mother cater a wedding, and as I was ignored, glared at and demeaned by the 200+ wedding guests…I realized how quickly life can flip. In just a couple of months, I’ll be back at fashion week or amazing events in DC, with a hard working catering stuff running around trying to please me.

Yes, I work incredibly hard every single day of my life, and am thankful to be able to meet amazing people, see wonderful things and work with incredible brands via my career…but it doesn’t make me anymore special than the sweet girl bringing me appetizers. And guess what? She is working just as hard.

I want to be special because of who I am as a person, how I’m raising my children, and not because of my zip code. So whether we live in a big city or a small town, I hope we can all try to appreciate one another for our differences, and not let our worth be caught up in location.

But if you are in a big city? Please go get a scoop of Coldstone for me.

Bailey Vincent Clark is the Editor-in-chief, author and founder of Makeover Momma. She talks about Mealtime Makeovers on Monday, workout concerns on Wednesday, and has a weekly column on Friday: “Getting Friendly With Makeover Momma.” If you would like to ask questions, submit concerns or simply chat: please email bailey@makeovermomma.com.

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3 comments on “I Don’t Get Cool Points From My Zip Code: Getting Friendly With Makeover Momma
  1. Nikita says:

    Great post!

  2. Rachel says:

    Well said!

  3. Great post, Bailey. I\’m from a big town now living in a small town (not adjusting too well). I\’ve never liked the fact that some people look down on others just from where they are from…well, in general I am not a fan of anyone looking down on someone else. It is great to know that no matter how popular you get you\’ll still remember the little folks. 🙂

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