For some reason I was feeling a little hurt, I don’t let what other people say about my outfits bother me.
It was being stubborn, it was extremely hot that day, and I wanted to wear my hair out. Equipment blouse that made me feel like a baroness. Oftentimes like, literally ever. No one ever during my life has ld me I’m not fashionable. Boy, was I wrong.
I’m still will be drawn to embellished ‘button downs’, whimsical prints, and flouncy dresses, when I walk into a store. I’m still going to ask the lady to blow out my hair in Daria style Werbowy in Céline’s Spring 2014 ads, I’m still going to wear my makeup in the way I always do, when I go to the hair salon. Nothing about who I am was going to change, and lots of all, I didn’t want it to. I went with a natural look that day so that nobody could say I looked like shit, it was hot as balls outside and I NEVER wear makeup when it is so hot.
New York City streets.
Boy, did that backfire! The fact that the readers were saying that they didn’t think I was legit, in spite of my résumé and experience, was a hard pill to swallow. Once the snap hit the website, It was a freefor all, while the comments on Instagram were very nice. Besides, ya’ll, I got roasted.
My appearance is usually not a poser for plenty of the publications I write for. That’s when things get a little hairy, when I’m asked to go to an event for one particular site. Until the next day it was published to the site. Now please pay attention. Little did I know, that would not be the case.
And before leaving to start putting gether my stories, my editor asked myself and a few staff members to pose for a picture, after getting all my sound bites.
Jihan step it up just once at one of these things.
She sounded confused. Although, uh, I think you look great now and then. I don’t even share your taste in clothes. Seriously. During one of these soul searching moments, a friend of mine rang me and I ld her my issue. Something! However, some makeup, a diefor outfit. I was feeling pretty bad about myself that week.
These shoots are very daunting for me. Having fear my picture taken started last year when my editor was being honored at an event. Anyway, the readers don’t know my life, or how I dress every day, really, they couldn’t make an informed judgment about me, after all.
World Wide Web.
The night’s honorees were naturally more dressed up than crowd much.
I thought I was going to work, and thought it would be nice to be comfortable for once on the redish carpet, which always seems to be a thousand degrees. Absolutely not. It wasn’t my night it was my editor’s and I was just there to support, and like many other attendees, I kept it comfortable and casual. The question is. Were a couple mean words from phantom Internet commenters really going to change my personal style? What my homegirl said really got me thinking.