Fashion is such an interesting topic. It never ceases to amaze me when I see “who wore it best” articles spotlighting a few celebs wearing the same outfit in the pages of a magazine.
The question should be “how the hell did we find two people wearing this?,” rather than “who wore it best?” There is usually some kind of poll asking 100 people who they think “wore it best” with a clear winner shown by way of a percentage.
The fact that these polls will always be unfair is one of the best things about fashion. It is subjective.
Fashion doesn’t easily translate into being runway ready every moment of the day. I have been interested in fashion for years but, honestly, I am most comfortable in my Lulu speed shorts and a basic tank or anything in black. #basicbitch But I do love a great pair of heels. In black, of course.
But the part that interests me about fashion doesn’t really have anything to do with the clothes or accessories themselves, but the feeling they provide. It almost never matters what someone is wearing if they feel good about it.
Ever see someone walking down the side walk wearing high waisted shorts (those are so “on trend”), a crop top with the superman logo on it, broken down Tom’s, a faux leather cross body purse and some dime store shades?
This was the view from my car window a few weekends ago and while I thought her outfit was awful, you could tell she felt damn good about the way she looked. #respect
Our server at a small breakfast cafe recently was wearing fish socks. Yes, navy blue socks with multicolored fish on them. Oh and a silver glitter belt adorned her knee length jean skirt. This sweet, little lady was about 60 years young and was rocking the hell outta those socks. #respect
On the flip side, picture a runway model with her long strides down the runway. Usually the outfit she has on should have remained a sketch, but hot damn, that model is owning each and every stitch leaving you with the desire to buy whatever it is that she is selling, just so you can feel that way too. #respect
The day I wear a glitter belt or high waisted anything is the day I should be put on meds. Because classic is what I am all about. It is what makes me feel like a million bucks. Hell, 85% of my wardrobe is black or grey and I am 100% okay with that because it is what I like and what makes me feel good.
Just as people see me and wonder why I am so boring, I see people and wonder if they were on an acid trip when they chose their attire for the day.
But how you feel and the confidence you exude in whatever you chose to wear, acid trip or not, is what truly makes or breaks an outfit. Think Carrie Bradshaw. Her attire was often cringe worthy on a whole new level. But that is what Carrie Bradshaw loved, it was her and she owned it. #respect
Currently, I am building up my courage to wear clothing with as much conviction as Carrie Bradshaw. I believe that watching as many Sex and the City reruns as possible will somehow help me with this.
Next time you see someone wearing something that should put them on the most wanted list, just watch them for a second. If they appear to feel like a million bucks pay #respect and remember that fashion is subjective. And maybe they too see Carrie Bradshaw as a fashion icon.
And when it comes to your own fashion choices, always own every inch of what you wear and the opinions of others won’t own you. Besides the only vote that matters in the “who wore it best?” is your own anyhow.
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