On Thursday the 13th March 2008, I wrote a journal entry that started like this,
“It was supposed to be our one and half year anniversary today. We broke up on Sunday.”
Now this break up came after a 6 week break, where we were still technically together (Facebook still said I was in a relationship, so you know it’s still real) but we didn’t speak. That decision came after my Hollywood blockbuster moment when we were away with friends (we hadn’t seen each other in a week and he wasn’t acting “himself”). I can’t remember what I asked him exactly or what he said, but I pulled away from him, looked deep into his eyes as the ocean lapped up against our ankles and said,
“But you still love me don’t you?”
He just stared into my eyes with an, ‘I’m so sorry’ look about him.
In an instant my entire world shattered.
To put it all in context, he had just spent a week away being a leader at his church’s youth summer camp, where we barely spoke (which I found really weird and so annoying that like, he couldn’t take 2 minutes to call his girlfriend, or text her goodnight? *said in American teenage movie accent) and he spent all his spare time asking God if this relationship was “right” and “honouring” – SPOILER ALERT! It wasn’t. My ex just worked it out before I did. Or he chose to see where it wasn’t right, where as I chose to ignore that because I loved him, and wanted nothing more than to marry him one day. So if I looked at the bad, deep down I knew the good wouldn’t come.
Now if you’ve ever had an actual emotional broken heart, you know the pain I’m about to explain. And for those that haven’t experienced it and are thinking, “yeah whatever, it’s not a real thing”… Well Wikipidia tells us the following:
A broken heart (also known as a heartbreak or heartache) is a common metaphor for the intense emotional—and sometimes physical—stress or pain one feels at experiencing great longing. The concept is cross-cultural; most often, though not exclusively, cited with reference to a desired or lost lover; and dates back at least 3,000 years.
Emotional pain that is severe can cause ‘broken heart syndrome‘, including physical damage to the heart. Takotsubo cardiomyopathy, also known as transient apical ballooning syndrome, apical ballooning cardiomyopathy,stress-induced cardiomyopathy, Gebrochenes-Herz-Syndrom, and stress cardiomyopathy is a type of non-ischemiccardiomyopathy in which there is a sudden temporary weakening of the muscular portion of the heart. Because this weakening can be triggered by emotional stress, such as the death of a loved one, a break-up, or constant anxiety, it is also known as broken-heart syndrome. Stress cardiomyopathy is now a well-recognized cause of acute heart failure, lethal ventricular arrhythmias, and ventricular rupture.
I know, lots of big words, but it’s an actual thing. The next day we left our little holiday, and endured a 3 hour snail crawl drive home on what was then the F1 from The Entrance to West Pennant Hills where I lived at the time (there was a truck on fire, so our 45 minute trip took 3 hours, in his car with no air conditioning on a 30 degree day). We said little to each other on that drive. I cried in silence, tears streaming down my face, sweat streaming down my legs, I had no idea what to think except, “How could he not love me?”. We pulled up to my house where he helped carry my bags to the front door. He looked me in the eye and said I need space to think. But if you need me, you can still call me. And with that, I said, “okay”, closed the door and cried the loudest and hardest I ever had in my entire life. Instantly my head started to pound, my chest felt like someone had hooked me up to a defib machine to shock me and I felt like I was going to vomit.
For days my stomach was in knots, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I was just really sad. It was like a part of me had died.
The only thing I knew how to do was to journal. Back and forth are conversations where I just open up to God and let Him have His way with my heart.
Step 1. God let me rediscover His love and our safe place.
Which at the time was at the beach, on top of sandy dunes and the sparse tall grass. It was always overcast and chilly, a winters day. He would let me snuggle into Him and wrap me up in his hoodie. He would just love me, hold me, and that’s where I would experience peace. It was the place where I rediscovered my daddy’s love.
Step 2. Opening up to conversation.
This is when I would journal and ask questions and as I would write, God would take over my pen and write back to me. At first it was loving and soft. And some days He would just let me be angry. Be angry at my ex. Be angry at God. But then he started to show me, me. How I acted and how I treated my ex in our relationship. Without realising it, I was manipulative, I was controlling, I was selfish. Why was I like that? Because I would want my ex all to myself. I would want to spend as much time as my extrovert little self would allow. Not caring how his introvert little self would suffocate from it. Yes, it takes two to tango, and no, he never really stood up for himself in his needs, but I knew he needed and enjoyed space – from everyone and everything. But I didn’t care. I thought, well if he doesn’t ask for space, he doesn’t really want it. That’s how I rationalised it. But letting God speak to me so strongly was exactly what I needed to open the door to healing. Knowing how I went wrong let me learn more about myself.
Step 3. Learning to love myself without the attachment of my boyfriend.
So going on from step two, learning more about myself let me love myself more. And I had to learn who I was without the attachment of my ex. And a lot of that came into play over the six week break. I had to attend a party without him, I spent Valentine’s Day without him, but I had so many friends rally around me. And through their love for me, which was unchanged, I realised that I have a lot to offer, including my faults, and my true friends love me warts and all! It sounds like a bit of a cliché but, “He didn’t love all of you, you can do so much better!” was kind of true. Learning to be my own person again, making decisions on my own and without having to consider someone else all the time, gave me so much freedom. And made me realise that he didn’t love all of me, and thats OK.
Step 4. Re-learning to give God all my burdens.
So one of the biggest things I would do while in this relationship is to not take time with God at all, but to only rely on the strength of my ex. He would be my “saviour” and I would put him on a pedestal. This my friends, is not healthy! So I started to retrain myself to give everything over to God. And in one entry, when God was opening my eyes up to this, He said to me, “I don’t care if you have to give [insert BF name here] over to me every second of every day, if it means you’re giving me the burden of him.” And some days, I did have to give him over multiple times a day. But it meant that every time I was getting upset, angry or would start to miss him again and long for our relationship, I would say a short prayer. ‘God I hand him over to you. Take him in your hands and I trust you with him.’
Step 5. Letting myself feel my emotions.
Obviously there were times when it wasn’t appropriate to ‘feel’ my emotions as they swam over me, like at work for example. But when I was in a safe and appropriate place, I would cry if I was sad. I would get my anger out by screaming into a pillow (yes I actually did that a few times), or talking out my anger or confusion to either a close friend or God.
The more I did this, the next time I would feel sad, it wasn’t as strong a feeling as the time before. And eventually when I thought about him, I only had memories, with no real emotion attached to it.
Through spending time with God and letting Him heal my broken heart, I came to the realisation that I couldn’t completely love someone else if: 1. I didn’t fully love myself; and 2. I didn’t put and love God first – before anything else. I realised that being okay with only God, only His love and only His provision for my life was the number one thing that needed to be in the forefront of my mind. Once that happened, I met my now husband. We ‘hung out’ and ‘got to know each other for around four months, started dating, and two weeks into dating I strongly felt God say, “He is your ‘forever'” and Adam heard God say the exact same thing to him that same week in his own time. We were engaged 4 months after dating and married 11 months later. We are now 6 and a half years married and are more in love than ever.
God healed my heart, and I know He wants to heal yours, if you’re willing.
I know this is something that has been spoken of many times before. But I’m kind of passionate about it.
Makeup is NOT a mask. But many of us use it as one. We look in the mirror and hate what we see, dwell on the imperfections, and judge ourselves. Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t really like people judging me, so why is it OK to negatively point so harshly inwards?
When we don’t love ourselves (I’m talking physically and emotionally), we try and hide who we are. Especially if the “un-love” for ourselves comes from something someone else may have said.
So introducing makeup as a mask.
We hide what we don’t like, and try and make a different look that we hope other people will like. And I feel for some people this has taken the fun out of make up. I’m not much of an artist (but I enjoy being crafty or doing art because it’s fun – not because I’m Picasso), but putting on make up is like being an artist and my face is the most perfect canvis. To have the freedom to create what I want, to not just be desperate trying to paint the black canvis white is really freeing.
I haven’t always loved everything about myself, thanks to comments during high school for having rosacea, “What are you embarrsed for? Oh, it’s just your face!” For being so pale, “Cover yourself up. the suns reflecting off your face and it’s blinding.” And to the common stuff like acne – which I’ve had more acne in the last 4 years than I ever had in high school. Acne doesn’t make anyone look cute, but it’s a fact of life, so who cares if you have a little, or a lot. It’s there, so no point in desperately trying to cover it up, people can still see the lump under the mountain of foundation you just put on.
As I’ve grown into my own skin, and learned to love what others tried to make fun of, makeup stopped being something to cover and change, and make me something I’m not, to being an extra expression of who I am! (P.S. I’m sitting in my local cafe, makeup free as I write this)
I’ve stopped letting makeup hide who I am, and I let it be an extension of how I feel that day. I don’t want to hide behind it, because I know I’m pretty great, and I want people to be able to see that, and not see my mask.
So if makeup has become a mask for you, I challenge you sit down, look in the mirror, and ask yourself, why. Why do you feel like you need to hide you? We are all created in the image of God, we are all His children, so why do we hide? Take your mask off, you never know what you might discover!
So it’s been a hot minute since my last post, and if you don’t watch my YouTube videos, you would have no idea where I’ve been. But I’m finally feeling creative enough to put up something new. And what better than to finish off my FTD.
So if you’re reading this and have no idea where I’ve been, or why I didn’t post anything after New Orleans, this entry will be a recap of the end of my holiday.
Wednesday 28th October:
We originally had a 5pm flight to New York, but of course our flight was delayed by a few hours. So that actually led us to discover the amazing-ness that is live jazz and beignets! YUM! So after all we kind of enjoyed New Orleans, and had a really fun afternoon. The sun was shining and it was a really relaxed day.
We eventually arrived at our hotel in New York and by the time we got checked in, settled (into what was the smallest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in!) and ready for bed, it was 2am. I was so tired but so in love with the fact that I was again in my favourite city!
The next morning we got up – eventually. Checked out and wondered the city. We went into China Town for lunch and got dumplings, did a little shopping and walked along Brooklyn Bridge. It was perfect weather, the sun was shining and I was in my happy place!
At the bottom, just before we walked over.
Brooklyn Bridge Park.
Walking over the bridge, trying not to get taken out by cyclists!
Adam’s cousin Lara (who now lives in NYC with her Husband Michael) met us at our hotel to collect out bags and we ubered it over to Hobokin where they live. I was so excited for our week, and to spend time with family (I got a pretty good deal when I married Adam – his family is pretty great, especially Lara… you’ll see why as you keep reading)! We had a nice little family dinner together at their apartment that night and caught up on life as it had been over a year since we had seen them.
The next day was pretty lazy. We woke up a little late, took a stroll down the street to one of Lara and Michael’s favourite breakfast joints, walked through town, walked past some frat houses on our way up to the college campus, and walked around campus and soaked up the beautiful city view. We then had a very small late lunch (at around 3:30pm) at Grimaldi’s Coal Brick-Oven Pizzeria. O.M.G!!!!!!!! Talk about the best pepperoni pizza EVER!!!! We then caught the PATH train to the city and did a little shopping before we met Lara and Michael for dinner. It was such a fun, relaxing chill day … but I had started to get this cough (from Adam – thanks for sharing husband!), so we headed home after dinner and settled down for the night …
Fast forward to around 2am – I wake up with the worst fever I’ve ever had! My body felt like it was on fire but I wasn’t sweating at all. Adam had to get up and find a wash cloth to wet and put on my forehead, The cough started in New Orleans, and was now in full swing. I slept horribly, and ended up not getting out of bed until 11am for breakfast. I then went back to bed pretty much until 4 or 5pm when I had to get up and shower and make myself semi presentable, because Adam’s other cousin, Katrina and her fiance, Steve and his parents were all coming over for dinner (Steve had moved to NYC for work for 2 years, so it was nice to catch up with everyone). So all our plans for that day – didn’t happen. I went to bed straight after dinner, where I had a pretty rough night of waking up coughing and with my fever constantly returning.
Sunday 1st November: Again I didn’t really get out of bed, and still felt really terrible. I managed the strength to go out for lunch, came home and my fever returned. We then went to Hillsong Church in Time Square, and then after arriving home, so did my fever again.
Time to worship!
Stepped out of church, right into Times Square.
Monday 2nd November: Field trip to Philadelphia. This was a non refundable train ticket, and we didn’t want to give up the $200, so we were fortunately able to change the time of the train coming home so it wouldn’t be such a long day, and I wouldn’t be too exhausted. We saw the Liberty Bell, Eastern State Penitentiary, the Rocky stairs and ate a Philly cheese steak for lunch. When we got back to Lara and Michael’s that night, we walk through the door and Lara says, “You’ve been out all day and your sick, so I made you vegetable soup.” I told you she was pretty great!
Asleep on the train on the way there … I felt horrible.
Eastern State Penitentiary.
When in Philly, get a Philly Cheese Steak – it was AHHHmazing!!!
*By this point in time I had self diognosed myself with acute bronchitis. I’ve had it before (not this bad), and with the help of Mr. Internet, I knew exactly what I had. And thanks to Adam and Lara’s Aunty who had stayed with Lara and by chance had left the rights drugs behind, the exact steroid inhaler I had used when I had bronchitis last time, was just the thing to help me get on the mend! Although I was pretty exhausted for all of NYC 🙁
Tuesday 3rd November: 9 11 Museum. WARNING – Do not go to this museum if you are brought to tears easily or are very emotional. Pregnant women, you’ve been warned! This was extremely confronting, sad, but also I felt like going through it was really honouring to those who lost their lives. I learnt new stuff, saw a lot of footage I’ve seen on TV over the years, and was just so moved, and probably felt every emotion possible.
We then met up with Adams other cousin Katrina, grabbed Shake Shack for lunch, where Adam decided it was a good idea to open his sauce packet on the bench I was sitting on, in my white jeans! Thankfully the sauce went on my thigh and not any other awkward areas… After lunch we trekked it all the way over to the Upper East Side to Kat’s apartment and hung out for a bit, and then had a stroll through Central Park.
Next on the agenda was drinks at a rooftop bar with my oldest friends, Elise and Damien, who just so happened to be holidaying in NYC at the same time! After a couple of yummy cocktails, it was time for dinner with Kat and Lara – family time!
Wednesday 4th November: SHOPPING DAY!!!! Now, shopping wasn’t high on our priority this trip – I know, shocking right! But the AUD was so bad against the USD and most things once tax was added on and converted to AUD were just as expensive as back home. BOO! So we spent the day at the Woodbury Commons outlets. Kate Spade had 50% off store wide, plus 20% off your total purchase. So that’s where all my money went! By the end of the day I was pretty exhausted, and still coughing heaps, so I slept the whole bus ride home.
This was also our last full day in NYC 🙁 Which was really sad, I was still sick, by this stage my fever was mostly gone, but my cough was still pretty intense. I didn’t do a lot of things I wanted to. I did zero filming. I had three videos I wanted to film. I only walked through central park for 15 minutes and wanted to spend an entire afternoon there. So by this stage I was actually feeling really discouraged. But we had one more city to go before heading home. So we had one last family dinner with Lara (her husband Michael had gone out of town on business, hence his disappearance from several dinners), and soaked up as much New York vibe as we could.
Thursday 5th November: It was really sad saying goodbye to Lara, I’ve never been close to my own cousins, Aunties or Uncles, so it was so special for me to get to know her better on a more personal level – it was a real massive blessing, especially being sick! So thanks Lara and Michael, you guys are the best!
We headed out for one last NYC breakfast – I got blueberry pancakes – which were to die for! We packed up and got into our car. The driver was awesome, he took all the back roads to get us to the airport on time.
Everything went smoothly at the airport, the flight was good, but then everything turned upside down.
We landed in the Windy City of Chicago, I went to the bathroom when we landed, Adam was waiting for me and switched his phone off flight mode into normal mode, and the worst text message came through. His cousin Tina had lost her fight with cancer. We both broke down in the airport. While in NYC we had lots of conversations about Tina with Lara, Michael, Kat and Steve. We all loved and adored Tina. She was the most loving caring, positive person any of us knew. We knew her body was giving out, we knew unless there was a miracle, she would be going home to her Heavenly Father. But none of us thought it would come so soon. And that fact that we were in a different country, and had just left family, made it even worse.
Chicago ended up being a bit of a fog, as our mind and hearts were back home. But we did what we knew Tina would want us to do. Enjoy all the food! So once we got settled in our hotel, which was a beautiful hotel (Dana Hotel & Spa) – highly recommend it! We headed out to try Chicago’s famous deep dish pizza. The bigger the size you order, the longed you have to wait for it to be cooked. Ours took 45 minutes…for a small! But it was pretty delicious, and we know Tina would have loved it!
The next few days consisted on a little shopping, hop on hop off bus tours, an architectural boat tour (which was really awesome, and very freezing!), site seeing all the major land marks, like The Bean, and eating … always eating! We went for lunch at RPM Italian which was top of my to do list because I LOVE Giuliana and Bill Rancic. And everything about their restaurant was perfection! We couldn’t fault anything. So much so, that when I accidentally hit my watch on the door in the bathroom and chipped a tiny bit of paint (and this watch was brand new) off it, I wasn’t even mad. Every time I look at it, I think of RPM 🙂
We found good coffee in Chicago. IT WAS A FLAT WHITE 🙂
Can you spot us?
RPM Italian Selfies.
That same day we caught the ugliest, most disgusting (sorry Chicago), weird looking train I’ve ever seen, to see some old friends who now live in the suburbs on the outskirts of Chicago near Plainfield, IL. They picked us up, drove us around the really nice neighbourhoods, and cooked us a super yummy meal! This was also our last full day in Chicago and in the states. So thank you Katie and Archy for a fun night, we can’t wait to come back!
Chicago suburbs in the fall.
Katie, the kids and Archy behind the camera.
Just a casual Sunday night dinner. Katie & Archy known how to do dinner parties!
So after an entire day of travel and flying (thank goodness we got an exit row and actually got some sleep), we got home with 2 hours to get ready for Tina’s funeral. Which we were so thankful we didn’t miss. But it wasn’t the holiday we were hoping for. I was really devastated coming home, really discouraged and didn’t even know how to respond to people who asked with excitement, “How was your holiday!?” And many of you may think, you should be more grateful, but I wasn’t in the best mindset before we left on this holiday, and I was counting on it to excite my passion again for YouTube, to feel creative again. And it just didn’t. But after months of reflection, and thinking and spending time with my Heavenly Father, I feel ready again. Nothing will look the same as it used to, because I feel like I am different. But I feel ready to be creative again.
So if you’re ready to come along on the journey that is my life, follow my blog, subscribe to my YouTube channel and follow me on Instagram. I can’t go on my adventure alone, I need my friends along side me.
So until next time…
Today was yet again another travel day, and the first day of beautiful sunshine we had seen since arriving to America. We got up bright and early to leave Austin for our drive back to Dallas. We got their with enough time to have lunch at In N Out, drop the rental car off, and get to the airport nice and early for our short flight to New Orleans.
Once we got to New Orleans, checked in and got settled, we were hungry for dinner. So I just wasn’t in the mood for posing for the camera. I wasn’t even in the mood for posting this blog, hence why it’s a few days late!
Again we have come into gloomy weather, and to go along with the gloomy weather, I was feeling quite gloomy and gross and in pain, as Aunty Flow came to visit – BOO! So I dressed for comfort and did not want any photos taken of me. So this post also doesn’t include pictures.
Day Four: October 25
It’s race day! Our friend Spike is racing in the Porsche Supercup, and the Austin F1 is on!
After yesterday’s down pour, we decided on the way home to go to Walmart to pick up some waterproof jackets in an attempt to keep dry. So with that I picked up this super sexy, hi-vis, bright pink jacket. Why did I choose this amazing colour I hear you ask? Because it was the only one in my size. The rest of my outfit I picked out with comfort and warmth in mind. My black jumper, light wash blue skinny jeans and my trusty, not so white, white converse.
We then went out for our last supper at the racing came to an end. And after a couple of days of extreme casual, I needed to do something to feel a little more lady like. So my black heeled ankle boots, black skinny jeans, grey polka dot jumper and black leather jacketed was exactly what I needed.
We headed out to Salt Lick – another place Man V Food has visited. So naturally the BBQ was pretty great!
All in all it was a really fun weekend, besides the rain, the mud, the cold weather and did I mention rain? But tomorrow is another travel day, another city, and more adventures to come.
Day Two: October 23rd
So today was supposed to be a really easy travel day. Taking the roughly 3 hour drive from Dallas to Austin. Well that turned into over 6 and a half hour due to rain that was so horrible at one point we couldn’t see 3 ft in front of us, and an 18 wheeler accidents on the I-35.
So the thought of me posing for pictures once we got to our hotel (which is so amazingly beautiful) was the furthest thing from my mind!
But to sum it up, I actually wore the same long sleeve top as the day before, black skinny jeans and my white converse. Simple, comfortable and easy to travel in!
Day Three: October 24th
The main reason we came to Austin Texas is because of the Formula 1 and our friend Spike was racing in the Porsche Supercup support category. But the sad thing about today was, all the rain we drove through the day before, followed us, and it rained and rained and rained, and the wind blew and it rained some more. So we were cold and wet, and stuck in the hospitality tent the whole day waiting around for at least some racing to happen – which didn’t really eventuate. It wasn’t exactly the most inspiring weather to capture anything cute or fun.
But what I did wear were the blue skinny jeans from day one (the ones with the knee rips), a white racer back slightly loose tank, a thin long grey cardigan which comes half way down my calves, and my white Converse. It was again, simple and comfortable like the day before, except I ended up freezing for around 70% of the day. The risks you take when you try to pack light!
Tomorrow is a new day, and the rain is supposed to ease, so here’s to a better day, and a cuter outfit!
Stripes are something that will never go out of style. I am obsessed! To say half my wardrobe is stripes is in no way an understatement.
And we have the French Navy to thank for it. Dating back to March 1858, they came out with their new uniform with 21 navy and white stripes to symbolise each one of Napolean’s victories. Awww how sweet!
But stripes as we see it today come in every different way you can think of. From the traditional navy and white, to black and white, colour, thin, think and different width stripes.
It’s my favourite print to print clash with – matching it with florals and graphic prints. And if you’re scared of print, it is the easiest one to try out! It can be casual, dressy, girlie – anything you want! It’s something I believe, you should invest in, because it ain’t goin’ nowhere!
Here are 3 outfits from one of my recent video’s showing off how I’m loving to style stripes at the moment.
‘Lady Like’ – Who isn’t obsessed with matching outfits at the moment? And even though I’m showing off a little stomach, the ‘midi’ length of the skirt keeps it appropriate. Staying super feminine with sweet pointed toe ballet flats with an ankle strap and simple jewellery. And the fact that it is black and white (not your traditional navy and white stripe) keeps it modern, easier to wear and easier to accessorise!
‘Little Mini’ – With the short hem line on the trumpet style skirt, to the mid drift of the nautical crop, this is by far the flirtiest of the three outfits – And my favourite! Keeping the crop top the focal point, I went with a blush coloured skirt and black heels. And to keep it on the more tame side, I opted to hide a little more skin by choosing a top with longer sleeves and a higher neck line, to balance out the shortness of the skirt and the mid drift. This is definitely a girls night out, outfit, and I cannot wait to dance the night away in it!
‘Street Stripe Style’ – Confession! This is my third striped maxi / midi dress! I wasn’t lying when I said half my wardrobe was stripes! But this is the latest addition to my wardrobe. I love the casual, street vibe I get from this dress. With the on trend ‘halter’ style neckline, to the slightly shorter length (making it less girlie – if you get my drift?), and the slits on both sides, it is so effortlessly cool. All I need is my converse and my denim jacket and I’m good to kick it with ma homies … not that I actually have homies, and not that I actually talk like that?!
I’d love to hear how you style your stripes and if you are obsessed with stripes as I am? If you’re wearing stripes while reading this, take a #stripeselfie post it on Instagram using that hashtag and tag me so I can find it and repost it!
Keep your life in stripes, and I’ll speak to you soon!
So many people in my life don’t understand why I love fashion so much. Why does it consume my everyday life, and why do I let it affect my mood and outlook for the day?
I would say I’m a fairly creative person. I love showing off who I am, and how I feel by what I wear and how I style myself. But when people ask, ‘What’s your style?’ I don’t have a true answer. I wear what I feel when I feel, to portray the me that I want to express that day.
I hate the thought of my identity being caught up in the style of clothing, and being put into a box. Although I guess you could say I am quite a girly-girl in how I dress most days. And I do love getting dressed up (I’m normally the one over-dressed for an occasion). But there are days when I want to wear my converse, look super casual, and dress like no-one’s watching. I am who I choose to be that morning.
My identity isn’t wrapped up in my clothing, but it helps express that part of me that I want to show to world for the day. And sometimes when I’m having a bad day, I show that off too. I only ever want to be authentic and show off the true me. I mean, I was created this way, so I should want to show it off. Why let the world tell us what “normal” is. Normal is only how you perceive normal to be. But at the same time, our style is like the cover to a book. If your style is showing off something completely different to who we are and what our identity is, then I guess we can’t get upset with people if they put us into a box the first time they meet us.
So how do you see your true identity? How do you reflect that in how you dress, your style, your makeup? For me, its embracing who I am, flaws and all to be … well, me! To learn your true identity is to love all of you. You were created for a reason, for a purpose. Find out what that is, and don’t stop until you do. Find out what you are passionate about, strive toward your dream job! Because you never know, you might get it! And do it all wearing the best outfit you have. Let your inner identity shine through your style identity. And do it all with confidence, and integrity for yourself and those around you.
Be the true you. And if you don’t know who you are, then start searching. You may surprise yourself on what you find.