I’ve been blogging now for almost 3 years on style and trends etc, and have followed all the major bloggers, trendsetters and done all the research on what the very latest off-the-runway trends will be. What I’ve found is that there’s this general idea that fashion is for those that can afford it, the fabulous. The brand names, the fame, the repertoire and the glamour is what people associate being fashionable or stylish is about. There’s this sort of elitist aura around you when you’re wearing an outfit that would feed a village for a year. (I know, I’ve felt it). That being said, I’m not against high end fashion; it’s beautiful, well made, great quality and generally always looks and feels good. What I am against is the general idea that once you’ve reached that place of having all these luxuries, that you’ve made it, that the world is now your stage. Ladies, gents, this simply is not true. Though these beautiful things exist, they’re just that. Beautiful things. Would I shop at these places too? Yes. Would I go into debt and starve to do so? No. Yet we see this all the time. Woman and men trying and striving to emulate that life that they envision and see the more well-off and beautiful people living, thinking that this will bring them that one thing that they’re missing. (Happiness most likely, acceptance etc).
Style to me is what you make of what you have. That vintage blouse from a consignment store? The fur coat you scored at a great price from a thrift boutique? Those, to me, are the treasures. Finding a great deal on a pair of shoes from a department store. These things are not bad things. Their stylistic value is in no way diminished or compromised because of the price you paid, or where you got it from. (Obviously quality should never be compromised, if it can at all be helped, that’s my personal rule.)
Today you’ll see trends on the street focused not on how much your outfit cost or the exclusivity of it, but rather what you did with what you had. Did you take something seemingly average and make it fabulous? Or did you take something glamorous and make it an every day look. That’s what great style is, the ability to take something thats classic or one could say “normal” and pairing it with other things that make your outfit amazing. Part of having great style is having the creativity and innovation to put something cohesive together, something thats totally you and not dictated by the fashion gods. Now having those few pieces that, no matter how you wear it, always works and makes you look put together is important to have. I’m a huge fan of investing in the wardrobe basics. I’m not a huge fan of looking like a slob.
What breaks my heart is seeing the disappointed faces of young girls and woman who know they’ll never be able to afford, (or look like) the hottest model and what she is wearing, somehow their life’s happiness and fulfillment is attached to this. I so want to shake them out of that coma that feeds them that constant fodder of supposed perfection and glamour. This isn’t real life. As a blogger and influencer, I never want to become a part of the machine, but rather encourage individualism for those that need to hear it, and offer advice for those that want to improve their overall appearance for the sake of caring and loving themselves, those who have jobs where they have to look put together.
What I know is that girls love to look and feel beautiful. This is truth that spans across the board in every culture. From body paint and piercings to high heels and hand bags it all looks different, but is essentially the same thing. I think that we need to refocus on the simplicity of, as woman, feeling beautiful without the complication of consumerism and the need to look like a Vicky’s model. I just recently got married, and true to married friends warnings and jibes, I gained some weight. Initially I felt so insecure because I’d always been mostly rail thin and took pride in my skinny body. The bliss of marriage, however, couldn’t be avoided. After a few days of feeling insecure and berating myself for not being careful, I realized that my husband hadn’t actually cared. He still loved me the same, and our intimate life hadn’t changed. I had been afraid that he wouldn’t want to touch me. After a couple of weeks I felt more comfortable and happier in my new skin, more than I did when I was stick skinny and hungry. I dare say, I actually felt sexier. (My aside here is that it’s vital to be healthy! No matter what your body structure is.) I could check myself out in the mirror and feel satisfied.I tell this story because we need to change the way we perceive beauty, success and happiness. It’s not about the handbags, the shoes, the clothes the perfect hair and makeup. It’s what brings fullness to your life and makes you GENUINELY love you for you. Make wise choices when it comes to it. Love yourself well and you’ll feel glamorous in a cotton t-shirt.
Much love and peace.