All my life, the time I spent at my cabin was a time when my constant need to look presentable would shut off. Now that I am formally committed to fashion as my future, I thought it was time I start considering what I look like when the only company I have are the fish and the birds. As Alexander Wang brilliantly said, "Anyone can get dressed up and glamorous, but it is how people dress in their days off that are the most intriguing".
No matter how hard we all attempt to disguise our innate desire to impress each other with our personal style, the broadcasting of a chic persona is too tempting.
With Snap Chat on the rise and Instagram constantly at our disposal, it's become way too easy to display our style to the world even when we're all alone. I am extremely guilty of this myself, as my Snap Chat obsession continues to grow. We may tell ourselves differently, but this is the reality of current fashion and lifestyle.
Whatever
happened to dressing for yourself? I like to think I still get that
youthful joy from putting on a great outfit and feeling that simple,
girlish content. But I assume the majority approaches personal style
with the question of "what is post-able", rather than what makes them
feel good.
I realize I've touched on a slightly heavier topic than you were all probably looking for. But as you sit there reading, and I sit here writing, we need to ask ourselves "do I like how I look at this very moment?" It may seem futile to try and look good on a relaxing summers day, off in the middle of nowhere, but I truly believe that a confident outside helps create a happy inside. Cheesy as it may sound.
After spending a week relaxing on the beach, having little to no time in front of a mirror, I started to feel as though I was a trader. Suddenly I was aware of my greasy (verging of dreadlocks from lack of combing) hair, unwashed face and fuzzy legs. But it's not this list that truly bothers me, because let's face it, we all end up a little grubby after some do-nothing days. What irritates me is that I've put on clothes that don't make the cut for my day to day life. The thought of my wearable clothes, rolled up in my suitcase, haunts the back of my mind. What was I thinking this morning when I got dressed? Well, I'll tell you the truth. I examined my options for the day's attire and decided against wearing a perfectly cute beach outfit solely based on the fact that no one would get to see it. If there's no one there to appreciate the effort you've put in, then why bother? It's this outlook on personal style that angers me. Why have we become subconsciously dressing only to impress others?
Call it an epiphany or merely accepting the truth, but I've realized something this week that I think will stick. I hope I've opened your eyes as well. This isn't a problem that can be fixed over night, who knows if it's even a problem at all? All I know is that as soon as I'm finished writing this, I'm going upstairs to change into something that makes me feel good, and I'll do my best not to snap chat it.
Thanks for reading.
-Emily
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