It seems that when I step outside the personal style box, I will flog that concept until the crowds cry, "ENOUGH!"
I can't say that skirts or dresses are my thing but since donning the dowdy midi I've been more confident in trying other dust collectors from the wardrobe. For me, styling girlish items in a masculine lean or the least sexiest way I can imagine means I no longer feel self conscious, that I'm more comfortable and by proxy, much more confident #winning.
Besides, legs like #kauristumps
This may come across as familiar, odd or like I have serious issues [of which you may be right] but since passing my 'prime' where others potential judgement held strong influence over my sartorial choices, I no longer give a shit.
If I want to wear shapeless, oversized, sheer, tailored, high cut, low cut, short, long, dowdy, structured, masculine, boxy - I'll opt for whatever I feel on that given day and roll with it.
And that is my point. Trends, fads, fashion, style, self imposed rules all mean jack shit - just do you, be you, that day, at that time. There are no rules. You can change your mind on a whim. You can make declarations one day and take them back the next.
It's just clothes.
It's your right.
Do you feel right?
Then it is right.
|Knit - Cotton On, 1.5yrs / Dress - Silence Was..., 1.5yrs / Bag - Kate of Arcadia, 2yrs / Boots - Number One Shoes - 1.5yrs / Timepiece - The Fifth Watches, first drop / Eyewear - Annah Stretton, 1yr|