A fashionista I am not. Oh, I have those Jackie O daydreams. I jauntily sling my scarf over shoulder, effortlessly chic, classic, impecable, the envy of everyone on the street. In reality, I have more than one Rit dyed item in my wardrobe and sometimes cry when I try to get dressed in the morning. It's not easy for me.
Being the book worm that I am, I've studied fashion. I don't mean casually flipping through fashion magazines, I mean stacks of books from the library on how to dress. Books with titles like how to acquire taste, what you shouldn't wear (I have that one down already), who should be in the dressing room with you. I get the message but somehow it doesn't translate to real life.
It's not a body image issue with me. I like my body just fine. It's just figuring out what to put on it that baffles me. I haven't always had this issue. I look back at old photos and, while I wouldn't wear the same things today, admire my courage and style. So somewhere along the way I got derailed.
This is my attempt to find my way back, to develop my personal style and have some fun along the way. Walk along with me if you too... are among the fashion challenged.
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