Truth be told I’ve never been
into fashion. Truth be told, I’ve never really had a style of my own*. Truth be
told, I’ve never really cared.
I’ve never really cared up until now.
As you know, I just recently moved to Barcelona and EVERYONE, every single person [yes, even those that look slightly retarded] have style coming out of their ears. Probably not a style I would necessarilycarbon copy reproduce, but style nevertheless.
I’ve never really cared up until now.
As you know, I just recently moved to Barcelona and EVERYONE, every single person [yes, even those that look slightly retarded] have style coming out of their ears. Probably not a style I would necessarily
Tons of beautiful girls with
perfectly toned legs redefining the ‘hot pants’ concept. Weird heels, crazy
hair, a gazillion piercings and a super feminine walks are my everyday sights. [yes
the Sagrada Familia is still there] [and yes, I do know about the architectural
importance of the city I live in]
Everyone wears anything and everything
looks good. It must be the big city air. That being said, one might assume that
I look good in whatever I’m wearing. But NO. I don’t. I look like an immigrant.
You can tell my experience with winters is the 2 week Christmas vacation my
family has been sponsoring since forever. It’s truly obvious. I promise.
Anyways, my mom taught me that
when there’s a problem all you have to do is look for a solution and keep a huge smile. And I must
admit that this is probably the hardest solution I’ve had to find to date**. And
as I said before, fashion has never been my favorite topic, and of course,
there’s the whole self confidence issue: as you might –or might not – know, I
used to have a fit and tanned body, and beautiful long hair; I currently have neither.
Therefore, looking for a solution [defining my style] while not feeling 100%
with the way I look*** is a nightmare.
So, instead of whining to you,
all of my blog’s 6 followers, I have started working out, eating healthier and
doing the hairgrowth dance every 2 hours. Simultaneously, I’m trying to feed
off this A-MA-ZING vibe and checking out the new trends on all of the stores I
see and trying on the things I like best.
I have noticed that most probably
my lack of style comes from the whole ‘yeah, this [just] looks ok,’ ‘who cares?' and 'no
one really cares’ we say to ourselves while at the dressing room. So,
from now on, I have decided that I will only buy things I love. No more OKs for me :)
Any suggestions on style
defining?
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* Well, there are the
completely, absolutely and utterly non-negotiable oversized white shirts. Those
are as important as breathing, eating, walking, or anything else one needs to
survive. I wouldn’t know what to wear if they didn’t exist.
**No, I’m really not that vain, its just the problem-of-the-day.
***Don't go picturing me as fat as a cow and with a Trinity style haircut, no. What I mean is that I’ve felt better.