preface: this post is a desperate attempt to think about something besides the only two things i can think about: cory monteith and college applications.
i have a weird relationship with clothing. i love it, i do, but sometimes, i’d be content in a burlap sack. i’ve always been a very “girly” girl. never the tomboy, my baby pictures are full of dresses with stars on them, skirts painfully adorned with flowers, and a purse. i always had a purse on me, for some reason. six year old abby seems almost more put together than seventeen year old abby. anyway, now that i’m thinking about it, my style hasn’t really changed much. not really.
no one ever asks me who my style icon is, but if they did, i think i would say it’s one of my favorite, albeit fictional, ladies–rachel berry. while i don’t go for sequin legwarmers and knee socks, she and i have a lot in common, style-wise. i like fun dresses and bouncy skirts and polka dots.
jesus christ, i love polka dots.
i’ll wear practically anything with pollka dots. i also kind of dress like hannah horvath of girls. all adventurous women do. (please tell me someone gets this reference. please?) there are some things that she rocks that i could never, but in fact last week when i cut my hair from short to short short, i was wearing a white dress with little orange butterflies, and i swear to god as i stepped out of the hairdresser, i felt my inner hannah grow even stronger. is this good or bad? i don’t know yet. i’ll let you know.
i’m getting off topic, but carrying on: i am very particular about what i will and will not wear. not to an obsessive degree or anything, but the truth is, i’m not skinny. i’ve never been skinny. i’ll never be able to wear a crop top or be that girl. (even if i could wear a crop top, i don’t think i would, to be honest.) i’ve never, ever worn one of those skirts that makes everyone’s butt look great and that i can’t think of the name of right now. i’m going to google that. be right back…
it’s a tube skirt! yeah, i’ve never worn a tube skirt. my thighs are too big. it would look 50 shades of wrong on me. i have a firm disdain for booty shorts/skirts/anything involving too much booty. i’ll never wear a bandeau and then a very sheer shirt. ew. i, like, cringe whenever i see that. the gist here is that i am very insecure about my body and have been for a long time and it has taken a very long while to be able to works and what doesn’t for me.
i like j.crew and nordstrom and cardigans and not wearing pants. leggings are approximately 75% pants, so they count, but they also don’t. i will continue to blaze the trail of girlwomen on wordpress who long to revolt against the tyranny of pants. join me! (i’m sorry for that. i finished season one of game of thrones today. can you tell?… i didn’t think so either.) when i am forced into pants from all my mother’s cajoling, they are nearly always dark wash skinny jeans. light wash jean wearers are basically satan worshippers. it’s a proven fact.
on another note, a fat (ish) girl in skinny jeans? it’s 2013, after all! that’s progress if i ever saw it.
blazers, button downs, and more polka dots are all good as well. also, red. red has become my favorite color to wear for funsies. i bought red converse at the beginning of the summer, and i am convinced they have changed my life. i love them madly, truly, deeply. my red lipstick is, like, the best thing in the world, and it makes me feel cute and flirty (HA. as if i had anyone to flirt with.) and slightly fearless. thanks, M.A.C. Red.
there are other times where i spend the whole day in a jonas brothers concert tee shirt sans bra and in my way too tiny but too comfortable black spandex shorts things, which happens to be their official name. in fact, there was a large portion of my second semester of junior year where i wore my leggings with a hole on the thigh at least once a week. sadly, there was no jonas brother tee shirt at school. i know; i’m upset too. during ap testing, i think i wore leggings every single day. whoops?
i think this post is trivial and silly and has gotten away from me by now, as all my posts seem to, so i’ll end it here. i like how i dress. i like it a lot.