For years, I’ve been encouraged to start a blog about whatever it is I’m passionate about. You know the quote “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink?” The way I see it is that nobody would have fun doing something just because someone else said so.
I used to be scared of getting a lackluster reaction or, even worse, talking into the void. I still am, but I remember something a friend once said while I was having stage fright. When you’re doing something you love (for me, cosplay is one of them), think about it as simply sharing a part of you. When you perform to share yourself, things like “what if I get a bad response?” or “what if I mess this up” become secondary. So going along with that, my blog is simply me sharing what makes me happy- fashion and beauty trends. And I hope to see what you’re sharing about yourself too. Hopefully, I’m not just talking into the void here that we really will get to know one another.
My story of how I got into fashion is, no lie, something right out of a book. Imagine that weird little girl in school with the strange clothes and choppy haircut. Yep, that was me. Even in middle school, I knew I wasn’t “attractive” but I never considered myself to be bad-looking until a boy I liked called me unattractive behind my back. So cue a movie montage of me picking out my own clothes, refusing to let my parents cut my hair, picking up my first tube of lip gloss, and essentially going ham “re-vamping” myself. When I first went to a different high school than the rest of my classmates, it felt like I could be a much better version of myself just because I was called pretty for the first time. Looking back, it was pretty ridiculous to go off on such a rampage to change my appearance just because of what one guy said. And it was pretty unhealthy to base my worth off compliments from others. However, that’s when I realized the clothes and makeup we wear are more than what meets the eye.
Now let’s fast forward a few years to when it was time to decide what to do after high school. I applied to over 6 university programs and got accepted into nearly all of them. I finally decided to move to Montreal, take an arts program at a prestigious school there. The plans were made to leave Toronto and my mom told everyone about it. But suddenly, my offer for a fashion program in Toronto rolled in last minute, and that derailed everything. I had applied to so many programs, so many alternate choices, but I knew my future was here. In my grade, I was the only person among future engineers, pharmacists, doctors, and business people to choose fashion. I should’ve known I’d choose it when I fell in love with a Taiwanese drama about a stylist who changed the lives of women. I cried about 8 times watching that drama…and it was supposed to be a romcom.
So fast forward another few years and here I am- this girl on the internet who’s introducing her style blog. And even though it sounds super cheesy, I feel like there’s much more to come. Anyways, at the ripe age of 21, I’m starting my first legit space to make legit posts on legit fashion, which is wayyy overdue. But hey, it’s never too late to start something. And a year later, I’d wish I would have started today.
That’s a bit about me and my story. Anyways, actual posts about fashion will start shortly! One update a week sounds reasonable. I hope nobody’s thinking “darn it, I’ve been misled!”
*insert catchy good-bye line*