When we get together for lady-dates, my friends are always looking good. If the world sees them, the world sees them for who they want to be seen. At times this makes me reflect inwardly. See, I spend a lot of my time in sleepwear, and don't blink an eye at wearing my crocs out to the shopping centre. I have very mummy-centric attitudes, without the lack of time. All of my choices are justified with practicalities. "I have a terribly small budget, I can only afford the things I find at Kmart// I need to find clothes that cover my bingo wings/faux-preggers-belly/back boobs// If I wear makeup, I'll just rub it off// my hair turns into a frizz ball if I attempt anything."
Then I click through to the fashion, etc. blogs I follow. I follow women of all shapes and sizes, and women who embrace their own individual style. Just a few:
Frocks & Frou Frou | Queenie and the Dew | Lady Melbourne | Esme and the Laneway | | The Militant Baker | Falala Mele | Super Kawaii Mama
On personal style- seeing this made me smile:
So I'm on my journey to finding my style. I'm hoping I didn't hide it under the couch cushions. And I'll definitely wear it on my arm.
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