Socks: Topshop | Brogues: Urban Outfitters | Coat: Miss Selfridge |
Earrings and Choker: Moncou Handmade
My style is defined by the mood I find myself in, which doesn't necessarily mean that the day this outfit graced my hips my emotions expressed the connotations linked to black. It was the opposite actually, I felt as if the world was ready to be captured by the slight and short fingernails I have grown accustomed to owning, and that nothing and more importantly, nobody could force me to change.
Wearing this outfit is more pivotal to my overall existence that I let myself realise.
A black jacket from Miss Selfridge revealing a rather bog-standard continuum of monochrome is a staple in the 90's infused wardrobe of any teenager now and although this fact is one that every hipster will deny, what I am wearing is sincerely ordinary. Ridiculously ordinary and 'boring' if I asked Gok Wan for his opinion, I'm sure he would say.
Alas, I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and achievement every time I wear this outfit. By pulling a basic tee shirt over my head I allow my brain to relax and tell myself that everything will be okay. By pulling up a pair of black jeans, somehow I hear flashbacks in the back of my eardrums reminding me of the days where I was too scared and mortified at the shape of myself to even fathom trying a pair on.
I inwardly cringe at frequent memories where I refused to wear the things I am wearing now but it shouldn't be a surprise that wearing a figure hugging outfit is a daunting experience for those of us who are not gifted with a body fit for a queen. Alas, we have had it regimented into us that certain items of clothing are not suitable for certain people. Apparently I shouldn't wear jeans and this thought echoed through my body for years of my existence.
All I am trying to say is that wearing something isn't as easy as just throwing it on. Wearing bog standard outfits is not easy. Wearing a pair of brogues while owning a pair of stumpy legs is not easy. Wearing jeans which not only hug every lump and bump of an unforgiving frame but make some people sick with worry over how they are appearing to others is not only unhealthy but it is upsetting too, and I feel as if lots of people don't know but also don't understand how it feels to be somebody who hates their appearance so much that it takes a lot to even throw on something basic.
My conscience says that learning to appreciate that everybody has inner battles everyday is crucial if we are to move forward as a generation and I hope, I sincerely hope that we learn it fast instead of coming to assumptions, yet I also believe that this generation that I find myself belonging to is fast at encapsulating and agreeing to points that make lives better and for that, I am proud to say that I am a teenage girl from the United Kingdom who can agree to change and believe in my own and others' lives.
-- ramble over --