It’s been a while since I’ve posted something a little bit more casual and fun (god have you read those #personals posts?!).
Anyways, I really want to reconnect with my readers, as I’m glad to announce that I now have over 60 of you guys subscribed and over a hundred posts here in the little-blog-that-I-can’t-believe-could.
Well, if you’re one who loves taking #OOTDs, this one’s for you.
Growing up plump (and proud of it!), I usually try my very best to look and feel confident and be in-the-know of the hottest and latest fashion trends here in the country and abroad.
I have this love of fashion that I can’t really translate sartorially, but for sure, I can talk about endlessly. I’ve been spending quite some time reading a lot about fashion, on designers, on latest trends in the runways, on make-up, shoes and all things glam and fabulous.
I have a knack for fashion jargon and it really feels great to try some of the fashion tips I’ve read about and check if they can really amp up my fashion game.
However, let me tell you, I have a bookish fashion knowledge. I honestly can’t do my make up, can’t walk womanly in heels and I never do my hair. But I see to it that in little ways I can sneak in my fashion knowledge. 😉
For sure, if someone asks me what my style is, I wouldn’t know what to say.
Preppy? Not so much.
Dressy? Perhaps, on occasion.
Experimental? I doubt it.
Laid-back? For sure.
Despite all this, after all the time I’ve spent reading all things fashion, I can say that I swear by a tip or two, which are:
First: Work with what you have.
Second: Always be confident in your skin.
Third: Comfort and style is the way to go!
Living in a tropical country all my life, I got used to always being in shorts and a whole bunch of shirts.
On casual lunch-outs that doesn’t involve going to church or whatsoever, my go-to outfit consists of a nice shirt (sometimes a blouse if I feel like wearing one), a good pair of denim shorts, a nice, comfy pair of shoes (before I used to swear by doll shoes or flats, but now, Chuck Taylors, platform sneakers, Sperry Top-siders, and Birkenstocks are quite my thing), and a roomy sling or shoulder bag.
Same goes whenever I have to run some errands, watch a movie, or just hang out with friends and family on a nice weekend. Sometimes though, I muster enough “courage” to wear a dress on a casual day. It’s comfy, breezy and adds a girly-girl vibe to my outfit.
Extra tip: A nice shirt, sturdy denim shorts, a super comfy pair of shoes and an overall sling bag also works for travel outfits, since it makes walking and touring very hassle-free. But if your destination has a cold climate, amp up your style game by wearing a stylish jacket and cover-ups to keep you warm and fuzzy.
When I have to go to church or follow a dress code as crucial as the one implemented in my school, I resort to blouse-y tops, skinny jeans and a good pair of shoes.
Sometimes, when choosing which pair to throw on, I usually choose the comfy ones to commute or drive in; Chucks and the platform sneakers are a no-brainer, since they give edge and spunk to any outfit.
Same goes for my choice of jeans. We all know that commuting in Manila is no easy feat, and mobility is key to surviving cramped trains, wild trike rides and some jeep hustling. Some great denim brands I love are Levi’s (#classic), Forever 21, Uniqlo, and local favorites like Penshoppe and Bench.
When I just like to “feel myself,” I turn to some outfit inspirations, mostly from curvy girls like Kim and Khloe Kardashian and Ashley Graham, and some top bloggers here in the country like Kryz and Laureen Uy, as well as classic celebrities like Kris Aquino, to name a few.
The Kardashians’ body-hugging silhouette always gets me, because it really celebrates my #curves. They make jeans paired with heels look way too easy, and what I love about them most is that they mix high-fashion pieces with more affordable ones, creating outfit combinations that are really achievable.
Ashley Graham’s style is more high-fashion because she’s one of my favorite plus-size models, but what I love about her most is that she really owns every outfit, as she champions the cause for women to love the skin they’re in, something I’ve struggled to accept whilst growing up.
Kryz and Laureen Uy’s versatility and sartorial experiments makes me want to dare to stand out, because they can pull off anything and they are living proof that sometimes, accessories are the best parts of one’s ensemble.
Meanwhile, as far-fledged as it may seem, Kris Aquino surely is a classic for me. Whether she is in her full sartorial glory (courtesy of top stylist Liz Uy), or if she is reviewing hip food places for her TV show, Kris Aquino never fails to make high-end look so chic, down-to-earth and laid back.
Despite being a fashion-worshipper, I swear my wallet is the complete opposite. I don’t really have a fashion fund, because most of the time, my clothes are either bought in or handed down to me by my mom (What better way to score classics?), and some are gifts.
But whenever I shop, I make sure that though they’re branded, they’re worth every buck. And when they’re not branded, I make sure that their durability and timelessness will surely make my spending guilt-free.
Most of the time, I turn to Forever 21, Uniqlo, and H&M whenever I need some fast-fashion treatment. But whenever I find myself short of my fashion fund, I turn to export overruns. I swear these places are heavenly!
They sell branded clothes at very affordable prices, and you get to support locally-made textile. Some of these stores sell Zara, Bershka, American Eagle, Aeropostale, Topshop, Terranova, Comme des Garçons and even Nike!
Besides the big fast-fashion brands and heaps of export overruns, I also turn to garage sales. Lately, I’ve scored some good leather bags, the likes of Esprit, Fossil, Ines de la Fressange and some fine Italian leather goods.
It feels really great to have unlimited fashion choices at very affordable prices indeed.
For workouts, I usually throw on whatever’s comfy and durable, usually leggings, a good sweatshirt, and a shirt. Top that off with a gore-text cap and my trusty pair of Merrell All-Terrain shoes (in pink, of course).
However, it’s not everyday that I get to wear the gems I have in my closet, but whenever I do, I make the most out of it. Whether it’s for a formal function, for going out, or just to lounge, feeling good in whatever you’re wearing is something that all of us can do, dressed up or not.
We can look to style pegs and fashion inspiration, but working with what we have is surely the way to go.
You don’t need to have all-new, all-expensive clothing always, because whatever fits the bill best can certainly be your ticket to best-dressed, especially when you know how to #workit.
Always remember that however you describe your style reflects your confidence, your composure and your attitude for the world to see.
I really hope I’ve been able to share some of my life’s sartorial quirks with you, and hopefully, we’ll be able to share these more with each other in the near future.
I wish you guys all the best, and I appreciate your support so much.
‘Til the next,
At the time being, I feel useless.
I’ve done nothing productive, nothing that’s really worth acknowledging.
I anticipated that this summer I’ll do the things I wasn’t able to do whilst I was in school, but guess what, none of those plans materialized.
Plans that are similar to some dreams that never came true.
I feel ashamed because I wasn’t able to grab that city hall internship because I was clinging to this seemingly pointless apprenticeship I once thought will give me a hefty paycheck after months of actually putting legitimate effort into.
I feel sad that I refuse to go out and see my friends because I constantly thought that “nobody really wants to see me anyway.”
I feel awful for not taking care of myself anymore. I grew tired of exercise and I continue to eat like a horse, well, unfortunately, much to my parents’ dismay.
I feel useless. I feel like I’m something worth disposing just because I wasn’t able to maximize all this vacant time in my hands.
I keep reasoning out that this time is my “much needed rest” because the tougher years of college are on my way.
I even grew tired of pretending I’m doing something worth bragging about, because the truth of the matter is, I am not doing anything at all.
Yes, I maybe well-rested but I feel like I’ve done the world a wrong thing.
I don’t really know what to feel. I have no words. I feel a certain kind of self-decay.
Everything seems pointless to me. I think I have nothing and no one to look forward to anymore.
So, here’s to feeling useless.
“You see them blowing various issues out of proportion, causing drama with every little thing that is not convenient for them. They become toxic and you hope that things go back to what they were like at the beginning of your friendship – simple, fun, sweet. But it doesn’t change, and you begin to stop caring about this person’s every little whim or issue.”
“Dumping” a friend can be just as bad, if not worse, than dumping a significant other. Removing someone from your life who does not bring value, positivity, and support can be difficult to stomach through. When you truly care about someone, it is easy to be a good friend. Yes, friends can do some not-so-nice things to each other, but at the end of the day, the bond of a friendship can be more powerful than even some family relationships. When you care so much about someone, but know that the relationship is one-sided, it can be the hardest thing in the world to be the one to speak up and cut them off.
It hurts so much at first. You realize that you are being used or lied to or perhaps just completely ignored by this person – unless they need you for something. You are hurting, and…
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Shall we talk about your body?
Your body, which used to be thinner. Which you took for granted, because it fitted into cheap, tight dresses. Your body, which took you up and down Brixton Hill, every day, twice a day, never unheralded by catcalls, the stream of men and their “Oh baby hey baby nice tits nice ass hey WHERE YOU GOING?”
Your body was a girl’s body, made from dancing and late nights and skipped dinners, of hopefulness and sleeplessness and sadness. It took care of itself, or rather, you didn’t care that it couldn’t. It wasn’t for you, and so you didn’t mind that you couldn’t always afford to feed and nurture it. The admiration of others was nourishment enough. You often went to bed feeling empty. You thought it was heartbreak. It was probably hunger.
Then your body became plump with love.
Late dinners and later breakfasts…
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Ours was a different kind of love.
We, polar opposites, started out as unlikely friends with unclear intentions and different hopes and dreams.
Polar opposites that seemed to attract in a way even reason will find hard to justify.
You were the type who’ll choose to stay inside your room and play the games you’ve always enjoyed, while I was the type who’ll prioritize work more than anything else when I’m not idle.
You were the type who’ll choose to listen to all my endless blabber and chit-chat and I was the girl who was not used to a man who listened intently like you did.
You were the guy who was not driven enough because you felt out of place. I was the girl who’ll do anything to get to where I want.
Despite all this, you were the guy that I imagined a future with.
To be the man I’ll be with for the rest of my life, the type who will stick to me when things get rough.
The man I want to wake up to each morning, the man I’ll care for when we both age.
The man who’ll teach my kids to ride a bike, the man who’ll fix the faucet when it breaks.
The man who’ll give way for me when we’d argue, the man that I’ll trust.
You may not know it, but yes, you were the unlikely man of my dreams.
With you I felt safe and secure, with you I felt cared for.
You were the only one who didn’t made me feel like I was taken for granted.
Unfortunately, for the unlikeliest of reasons, I chose to pull away.
I chose to leave without saying a word because I felt scared.
I felt scared that you would change, that I will run out of things to say.
I felt scared that I will not be able to entertain you anymore.
I felt scared that maybe a time will come when I’ll forget that you’re with me because I chose other things over you.
I felt scared that our attraction to each other will die out like the spark that led us to where we got.
All of what we had was uncertain.
I took cues but I didn’t want to misinterpret them.
I didn’t want to assume that you liked me, because I was scared to lose you the same way other men in my life before did because of all these “presuppositions.”
I chose to wait for you to tell me straight up what you felt for me.
But, I got too overwhelmed. After the time that we had, we drifted apart, each clinging to our own interests and goals.
I let everything slip away because I was too afraid to hurt you.
I knew that hurting someone as fragile and important as you was not something I nor anyone is entitled to do.
I was not in a position to hurt anyone’s feelings just because I was unsure of my own.
I wanted us to end in good terms.
It took me a while to realize that you were the one who really got away.
A lot of people wondered what happened to us, intrigued about why we choose to leave our story unfinished.
Maybe we’re destined to not finish our story anytime soon. Maybe at some point in our lives, we will. And I’ll live for that.
I’ll live for the day we’ll bump into each other and rekindle the spark that we’ve left at a locked chamber within the both of us.
I’ll live for the day we’re the right people for each other, filled with self-love we’ll be willing to share intimately.
I’ll live for the day we’re both mature enough to come to terms with what we both feel.
I’ll live for the day I’ll love you with my all, the day I’ll be certain I won’t let you get away no more.
I guess we shall leave and live our story just like this.
Love like ours for the second time will be a different kind once more.
Do know that I will be waiting.
Yours and yours always,
“You know that she loves you, but you’re also comfortable and okay with the fact that she loves her dog more.”
A girl with a dog is a different breed of woman; they are more independent, active, loyal, and have huge hearts. For them, you won’t be the center of her world, you will just join her world- the world she has with her dog. Here are 24 things that happen when you begin to date a girl with a dog:
1. On your first date, or even first conversation, there’s a good chance she will mention her dog.
2. You notice that 50-75% of her instagram is her dog; you find it cute.
3. As you get to know her, she will start sending you pictures of her dog, because, everything he does is adorable to her.
4. Her best judge of character isn’t her friends or family- it’s her dog- so, you better hope he likes you.
5. Whenever you go to her…
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