Personal style bloggers obviously should look cool, chic, and confident as, though what we wear should be the core of the blog, it’s our face and body that are subject to judgment, which although unfair is inevitable. I’m never the coolest, the prettiest, and thus not the most confident, but with a little boost of positivity and some cheats here and there, I can look otherwise (or at least I think I do). In person, I do not exactly know how people see me or my style. There’s no Photoshop in the real world. I get affirmative looks, but do know that what you see in the blog may not be what you’ll get when you bump into me, face and style alike. Let me tell you some secrets.
1. I edit what I wear. So you see me in the Makati Business District this morning, and then I post an OOTD that same day. You’ll wonder, “that’s not the shoes she’s wearing,” or “her top was untuck when I saw her.” That’s me (or probably some of the bloggers as well), which brings me to another secret.
2. I struggle in heels. Stilettos are my arch enemy. Granted, they look good, but they hurt as hell. I commute to work and back. It would not be wise and it would be literally painful to strut in heels while I walk in mostly concrete. I can always carry along an emergency pair of flats, but it would just be plain exhausting to have to change constantly. So most of the time, heels are merely for pictures and special occasions. I’m more comfortable with wedges and flatforms, though.
3. I don’t know how to wear makeup. What’s funnier is the fact that I use Johnson’s baby powder (the one you put on babies’ behinds to prevent rashes as our Korean friends say) on my face. I don’t know, but Filipinos do that. My daily routine is after I wash my face, I wipe it with an ice cube to close the pores. Then I’ll put sunblock and Benefit’s Hello Flawless Oxygen Wow foundation (feels like a BB cream), and then I’ll set it with a little baby powder. It worked on me because it’s hypoallergenic, and I don’t worry about caking. My magic wand is my lipstick. That’s the only visible makeup on my face, not even a blush. I sometimes use a brow pencil when I’m in the mood, but it’s becoming more and more sporadic. When I get the chance, I’ll take a short course on applying makeup. I really want to learn how to do a cat eye.
4. It’s rare that I wear sleeveless tops. How frequent my legs are exposed is equal to how uncommon my arms are seen. Not only is my arms are a bit fat but my armpits are also not a pretty good sight. I scratched them absentmindedly while sleeping when I was little as I enter puberty and begin to grow auxillary hair. That’s a mistake that I can never can undo nor repair what with the sensitive skin that I have. Chicken skin and a bit dark, it turned out to be my biggest insecurity. I can’t hate the people that diss those with problems with their underarms if they find it yucky and funny because they really look yucky and funny. It’s just that it’s one of the problems that was a product of an irreparable mistake and not simply out of poor hygiene unlike dirty nails or smelly ears, for example. For me, it’s not a decision that I had to make as a kid. It just happened literally overnight that I had to bear until now. I hope my story would change how you think about people. I still wear sleeveless tops from time to time, but I don’t raise my hands too high. Haha! I’m not exactly limitless, but I can always cheat and fake it.
5. 85% of my wardrobe are thrifted. I am not rich. We as a family are not poor, we live decently, but we are not rich. I will not inherit anything except perhaps our house or a parcel of land but not millions in cash. I grew up to be a penny-pincher. I only spend on gadgets that I really need (phone and camera). I commute to work. I eat out less and less. I bring my own snack to the office. My haircut is worth 50 pesos. My frugality bleeds into my wardrobe. When people ask me where I bought my clothes, I tell them straight on that they’re from my favorite thrift shop. I know some people who pretend that their clothes are not secondhand. The reason I don’t lie about it is because I want my friends to learn how to shop. It’s a good feeling to “look rick, shop cheap.” I’m like a magician of some sort, creating an illusion until people start to ask about the trick, which I willingly reveal. That’s my core.
You see, I am not perfect, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Play with your strengths, and cheat your weaknesses. When you know and accept that you are not perfect, it would be easier to deal with people fairly because you know that they too are not perfect. It’s a win-win.
So, what’s your secret?
White on White
- Heels//Charles & Keith
I’m seeing a trend: my middle has been enjoying the spotlight for some time now. Do not think that my core is by now toned; it’s far from it though it might be a good sign that I’m already comfortable and thus confident about my body, which I was simply not looking back. I wore this scalloped cropped top and white skater skirt under my favorite bomber jacket at work, and I regret that I didn’t take a single shot with the cover-up. I wish I tied it around my waist too, and it would’ve looked so chic. Damn.
Do you love how The Huntress is so alive? I’m having a blast.
- Denim Jacket//Miss & She (Thrifted)
Apart from black and gold, I have an affinity for the floral and denim combo. It’s a foolproof way to look adorable and charming, and it lends a bit of a vintage feel. I would say it’s a classic, and I’m all for everything timeless. These new favorites are my recent buys from an impromptu trip to the thrift shop with my bored and deprived mom. The thing with denim is it gets better and better use after use. Since this jacket is secondhand, the material has been softened, and the color is my right kind of faded blue. It’s a wee bit pricier than my regular thrift finds, but it’s worth it. Not only it is a jacket for covering up but I also can wear it on its own like a shirt. The length is perfect. Ah! The skirt is easy-wearing. I’m a copy editor who doesn’t really talk to clients, so I can go to work in casual clothing with certain company exceptions. I always prefer brown over black with F+D as a matter of taste. These two pieces would really go in and out of my closet.
- Top//Jack & Jones (Men’s)
- Camera Bag//Izzo
It’s cool how simply parting your hair in another way can change your look instantly. I have been hiding my shortly cut bangs for some time now, but since it already grew to my length of choice (and over), I opted to embrace it. It’s also fun that my hair’s styled differently for four consecutive OOTDs. Shallow me. :)
The shirt and the skirt are products of my very own sewing machine. Well, the shirt is partly that. I altered the sleeve so it hugs my arms a little more tightly than the usual men’s shirts that hang too loose. The balloon skirt is completely my own doing from a school project. It makes me all giddy just thinking about it, that I really sewed a wearable thing. It’s not perfect, though, since the zipper that I put is broken though still usable, and the seams are a little clumsily done. Totally, men’s shirt and skater skirt are a match made in heaven.
A comeback deserves some big hair situation. Trying to look at the bright side of things, my work schedule allowed me to curl my hair before leaving the house, which pushes me to take pictures and blog. I actually missed the fabulosity and the bother only curly hair could create.
I was celebrating dots with this outfit. If this top looks familiar, yes, it was not this short before. I altered it. Yay to my newly acquired dressmaking skills! It wasn’t then a surprise to know that I sewed this semicircle skirt myself from scratch. This is part of my training towards achieving my dream job—a housewife. *wink wink*
- Top//Lady Grace
- Heels//Charles and Keith
The morning rush that I had to endure every day brought about by the change of work schedule has been conquered, meaning I don’t give a damn. I adjusted fine though I still wish I wake up every day to go home early. I miss my afternoon sun that I had to chase to take good pictures. With this burden, I told myself not to be stunted nor trumped. I have to find a way to maximize my time so I won’t lose my “life” from making a living. With that in mind, I wake up early to exercise and sometimes stay up late to sew. Now I’m trying to resuscitate my blog since it’s one of the few things that keeps me sane amidst routine, nothingness, and blahs. I hope you’ll appreciate what I do more since I have to wake up extra early to dry (and curl, depending on the mood) my hair for the pictures, find time to write about it at work, and edit the photos and post it at night. Not that I’m complaining.
If errands would be buying flowers, I’d gladly do it even under the scorching sun. I just did today, and the white, puffy blooms made me happy more than anything. I bought it for myself, and it just so happened that fate gave me something to celebrate today that I didn’t expect. Now, I understand why I bought flowers. Let’s just leave it at that.
I love the looks of models off-duty. What they wear outside work is at par if not more interesting than what they wear on the catwalk. With as simple as tank tops and jeans for go-sees and heels for walking, these dolls will look amazing on anything (even with nothing). It’s always inspiring to thumb through their off-duty outfits. Go find a favorite and play pretend.