Dress: Anthropologie Kindred Spirit Sweaterdress - Size S
Cardigan: Anthropologie Amrita Cardi - Size M
Tights: Anthropologie Floral Spray Tights - One Size
Shoes: Blowfish Blyth Booties - Size 8.5
"Went to school and I was very nervous. No one knew me, no one knew me. Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson. Look right through me, look right through me." - Gary Jules
I felt like a school teacher in this outfit, so I thought this old abandoned school would make the perfect backdrop for these photos. I always did very well academically in school, but I struggled socially. It seems I still struggle in that area today but for very different reasons.
I was horribly shy growing up. Making matters worse was that I went to a small, private school. It really wasn't the best environment to hone one's social skills. Junior high was especially tough because I had to move down to the high school end of the building. I was scared to death of the high school people. As you can imagine, I was thrilled when I was voted to be the student government representative for my class which meant attending meetings with said scary people. My classmates loved to find clever ways of torturing me. One year, they voted me homecoming queen but intentionally chose the nerdiest guy in the class to be my king. This provided them with endless laughs at my expense. Anyway, student government meetings were just as bad as I had imagined. I would leave each meeting with spitballs in my hair and even lower self-esteem than when I walked in.
The first day of 8th grade I met someone who would forever change my life. She was the new girl, and when she walked into the classroom that day, it was as if a spotlight was shining down on her. She had the cutest hair cut and was wearing a very stylish polka dotted dress. She carried herself with such confidence, and I instantly found myself wishing I could be just like her. Oddly enough, she befriended me, and we started to hang out on the weekends. She had style unlike anyone I had ever met. She introduced me to stores like Gap, Express, and The Limited. I started shopping at those places, and I liked the way taking pride in my appearance made me feel. Looking my best always gave me a feeling of more confidence. The new girl only went to my school that one year, but the lessons she taught me about personal style have always stuck with me.
Over the years, I improved somewhat socially. Going to college and having 3 kids has a way of doing that. However, I never learned to value my own opinion or stand up for what I wanted. I was all about taking the path of least resistance and would avoid conflict at all cost. That's why my personal style was so important to me. It was the one way I felt I could express who I was. Then came my breaking point last year when I decided I had enough of being a second class citizen and made some bold moves to change my life around.
So, here I am today, being bold and standing up for myself and my style, and, of course, some people find fault with it. I'm suppose to keep my mouth shut and take the criticism. Otherwise, I'm not being classy. I'm being a foul-mouth bitch. Well to those people I say, "Fuck you!" When someone tells me that I have terrible taste, and I don't know how to dress myself, I'm not going to be silent. When someone tells me my nose is jacked up or my hair is burnt, I'm not going to thank them for their comment. My style, my body, my nose, and my hair are the things that make me who I am, and I'm not going to change who I am to please someone else. If that makes me a bitch then so be it.
It's a mad world when people can be rude under the guise of "constructive criticism." It is not constructive criticism to tell someone that everything they wear looks terrible on them. Where do I even begin with that? Throw out my whole wardrobe and start over again? That's ridiculous. It's not helpful and it's equivalent to having spitballs shot into my hair. Unless you have some specific ideas to make an outfit look better, this bitch is going to go with her own opinion. If you don't like it, I'm sure you can find plenty of classier blogs out there. Of course, those bloggers will be all too happy to promptly delete your constructive criticism.
So, here I am today, being bold and standing up for myself and my style, and, of course, some people find fault with it. I'm suppose to keep my mouth shut and take the criticism. Otherwise, I'm not being classy. I'm being a foul-mouth bitch. Well to those people I say, "Fuck you!" When someone tells me that I have terrible taste, and I don't know how to dress myself, I'm not going to be silent. When someone tells me my nose is jacked up or my hair is burnt, I'm not going to thank them for their comment. My style, my body, my nose, and my hair are the things that make me who I am, and I'm not going to change who I am to please someone else. If that makes me a bitch then so be it.
It's a mad world when people can be rude under the guise of "constructive criticism." It is not constructive criticism to tell someone that everything they wear looks terrible on them. Where do I even begin with that? Throw out my whole wardrobe and start over again? That's ridiculous. It's not helpful and it's equivalent to having spitballs shot into my hair. Unless you have some specific ideas to make an outfit look better, this bitch is going to go with her own opinion. If you don't like it, I'm sure you can find plenty of classier blogs out there. Of course, those bloggers will be all too happy to promptly delete your constructive criticism.
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