A Wren Says

I went to an event today and felt so out of place. The women at this daytime event were made up, well dressed in heels with their designer bags. I showed up in a wrinkled shirt that I tried to disguise with my coat and the pants that I found and thought, eh they’d fit. From the line up, you would never pick me as the one who was spending her time researching and writing about fashion.

The outfits that I put together in my online shopping cart – stunning. The outfit you get when you see in person- bland, borderline disappointing. It is strange, right ? To have this much fixation on fashion and not engage in the physical world of it?

I’m realizing that a lot of the time I just try to blend in. I fear way too much how people might perceive my fashion choices. From the price, to the brands, to the silhouette, or even just me being the person wearing it. It get so worried that I just choose to blend in instead. People can’t say anything about you if they can’t see you.

I don’t want to live like that anymore. I want to have more fun with this hobby. I don’t want to just write about it; I want to be about it. Now, I’m not sure what that means because my income hasn’t changed with that declaration. I’m not going to rush off on a shopping spree, but I am going to reconsider how is that I personally interact with this construct we call fashion. And I am going to do it on my own terms, in my own way, despite what others might think.

Bloganuary writing prompt

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

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