One size fits all? No worries, this top barely holds both boobs, but all women are built the same, true?
Picture this: You’re super busy, perhaps you’re shopping up a storm, testing out the NARS Steven Klein collection, and suddenly you’re juggling the products and a big hand bag on your arm, and then you start to ache; big red and white lines appear from where you’ve accidentally cut circulation, then finally, you leave the store with nothing to show for your trouble.
Firstly, I started writing this on the 2nd of September on my way home from the Little Bourke St Runway, but, like my life right now, I got too busy to finish it and post at a decent, more recent time.
SO, let’s go back a month and pretend like my absence never happened…
I am so, so sorry I haven’t posted in so long. My life has been ridiculously crazy lately. I have been working heaps and then when I do get a day off it’s the only time I have to catch up with family, friends, and run errands.
I do admit, I was beginning to get really, really frustrated with how everything was panning out, especially considering that I didn’t have time to write about all of the things that have been happening recently. Then, when I did have time, I was too tired to properly write and edit things in time to post them.
To be completely honest though, at the moment I feel like it’s in my best interest to work every day that I can, because that way I can achieve my goals a lot quicker. Sometimes you have to sacrifice something in order to get something else. At the moment, my main goal is a Euro trip.
As exciting as it is, it’s also extremely stressful because I have a lot of saving left to do, and therefore, need to work my butt off to get to where I want to be, which is cruising through Europe without a worry in the world.
With that being said, though, I am slowly but surely getting back into the blogging mentality, which I don’t think I completely lost, I just needed a break somewhere in my life, and as much as I love blogging, it was probably the easiest thing to take a break from; but never fear, because I am back and I have so much stuff to post that you’ll probably end up getting sick of me!
I have a serious case of wanderlust and it’s not going away!
Knowing that Coachella is happening and i’m not there is making it worse, and so is watching any TV show that’s based in New York. Let’s not even get me started on my desperate need to go to London.
I just really want to travel the world and feel those emotions that I felt when I was away exactly two years ago. It’s been two years too long.
Due to my wanderlust I created this edit. It’s just one of those “if I were getting on a plane right now what would I wear?” edits. Yes, I would wear jeans, I could sleep in jeans if I wanted to.
Here’s to staying in school and the thought of dancing at Coachella.
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I can finally say that I graduated high school!
What a journey it has been! There have been a lot of ups and i’ve had my fair share of downs, but I am more than ready to move on and start a new chapter of my life.
Looking back, I am quite proud of the person that i’ve grown into since 2009. Since then I learnt how to straighten my hair (thank every higher being), I no longer wear Dunlop Volleys (I re-purchased them one too many times) and I finally got around to throwing out my Noexss tracksuit pants that I bought when I was 11. Now aesthetically, these are all great achievements, but I’ve also managed to become the person that I want to be. Yes, this person is flawed, I know it, but I’ve been able to recognise my flaws and therefore work on them. I can’t guarantee that I won’t sleep in on Sundays or that I’m not going to pretend to text someone while i’m in an awkward situation, but I can try!
This year has been an insane emotional roller coaster, and I can honestly say that the bad has outweighed the good, but at times the good did succumb the sad realities of the bad. All of that aside, the pressures of VCE are extremely high, and at times I forget why and think “this is ridiculous”. The way I see it is that if you really are determined to have a certain career, you can do it what ever the circumstances, because if it’s a dream and something that you’re passionate about, you’ll have the motivation to achieve it, no matter what. Yes, exams are very important, and you have endured 13 years of school, so why give up when you only have a few weeks left? No one knows what will happen in 3 months time, so what happens if you stopped trying and in a few months decide to do something that requires an ATAR score, and then can’t do it because at the time you couldn’t be bothered? This is something that runs through my head every.single.day and i’m getting frustrated because i’ve become numb to all feelings about exams. The good thing about that is that i’m not stressed, the bad thing is that the importance of these exams hasn’t hit me yet and my first exam is in 7 days from today…
On a different note, though; I graduated, and I couldn’t be more proud knowing that even through the toughest of times, I’ve made it. Regardless of the struggles, I persevered through and finished school. Another (small) benefit of graduating was that I needed to get a new outfit… It was a formal occasion, graduation gowns and everything. It was held in Melbourne’s Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, and the location itself was quite architecturally beautiful. There was a mass followed by a ceremony and although it was very long, at most times, it was engaging and felt very surreal – I still remember walking into my prep class for the first time!
As crazy as it sounds, I felt more stressed trying to find a last minute outfit for graduation than I do preparing for exams! I was quite set on getting a white skirt because I really wanted something to contrast the black compulsory gown. Here’s what I ended up with, wearing:
Shoes: Windsor Smith
Lipstick: Chanel Rouge Allure Velvet, in 37 L’exubérante
Necklace: Tiffany & Co.
Watch: Vintage Seiko
Bracelet: Tiffany & Co.
Firstly, I’d like to say that this post has absolutely nothing to do with fashion, and once I started writing, I took this post to a whole other place that I wasn’t expecting, but I think it’s an important thought to share. Excuse me for what I presume will be a very blunt and straight forward rant, because I’ve been awake for far too long, and frankly, I’ve had enough.
As humans, we are capable of a range of emotions and opinions, and most of the time, we have the freedom to express our feelings, which is amazing, considering that at certain times in history, and in certain countries today, people would die as a punishment for having an opinion. Opinions motivate people to achieve great things, think along the lines of governments passing gay marriage bills, and major campaigns that influence a population (Kony 2012, political campaigns, right down to social partitions). Even something like a blog (hi) can influence your opinion on a topic, or encourage you to share your own view. All of these opportunities are great, and we are lucky that we have so many different ways of communicating the things we are passionate about, however, sometimes we can tend to take things out of hand, and draw our opinions to a public platform and shine them in a negative light.
Everyone is capable of of being unkind, and sometimes, we are without even noticing. I do it, and have become notorious for my excellence in ranting about people and the illogical things that they do. I know that I do it, and after I do, I regret saying some of the things that I said. Why? Mostly because I would never say those things to the actual person that I was talking about, which brings me to the conclusion that if you wouldn’t tell the person that you think their opinions, actions, or what ever it is about them that bothers you is stupid, then you shouldn’t say it at all.
The majority of us have always been taught “Treat others how you would want to be treated” and things like “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all”, and it hasn’t been until recently that i’ve realised that this glorification of bitchy attitudes that we’ve been exposed to through movies, television and social media (especially tumblr) isn’t the type of attributes that we should be priding ourselves with.
I want to meet the person who decided to glorify the sarcastic nature, who made it ‘cool’ to be rude. I want to meet that person and ask them what they gained from having a personality that borderlines manipulative and contemptuous. I would hate to think that the people that I surround myself with will happily start talking about me behind my back, or further, have the cruel confidence to attempt to tear me down in front of other people, in turn causing self esteem issues and humiliation.
We looked up to films like ‘Mean Girls’ and were even shown the film in schools, and we tried to promote anti-bullying, but all it did was emphasise that the mean girls are the prettiest and the most popular in the world of the film, and then, we as an audience begin to idolise the lifestyle of the characters. Yes, we ridicule some of their traits, and we thank every higher being that our mothers are not like Regina George’s, but when we are shown the average students, the ones who think that “Regina George is flawless”, they are depicted as unattractive people, with unflattering makeup and costumes, who we automatically assume are at the bottom of the social pyramid, and this was a very conscious and stereotypical directorial decision which degrades people, and gives the audience the impression that the ones who will prosper and be idolised are the characters with horrible and decieving personalities. It is literally a movie about mean people battling other mean people in a quest to humiliate each other. Don’t get me wrong, I loved watching ‘Mean Girls’ and quoting the film, and it does tackle the issue of bullying, social status and friendship, but only if you look into it deep enough. So many people emulate that movie in the wrong way, they want to be the mean girls, but why?
The other night I was scrolling through my twitter feed and came across a tweet that may not seem that big of a deal, but it offended me. It said something along the lines of “Do you ever look at the amount of pimples someone has and then cringe?” I understand that this is something that would legitimately run through some people’s minds, and I can guarantee you that there will be a time when you come across someone with a pimple that distracts you from what they’re saying, and coming from someone who does struggle with skin problems and sensitive skin, I notice other people’s acne probably more than others would, mostly because I am so conscious about my own skin; but I would never make those thoughts public knowledge.
There is a strong difference between thinking something about a person’s physical attributes, and actually publicising your thoughts for everyone else to see. I can guarantee that everyone is self conscious about something, but it’s just common courtesy to ignore the flaw in their appearance and, if you must judge, judge a person by their personality.
Yes, as humans we are naturally judgemental, there is no denying it, I can be very judgemental, and I cannot argue otherwise. It is a sub conscious mechanism that we use to distinguish whether we like someone or not, or to protect ourselves from harm. Really though, why would you purposely be so mean to people? Is it because you need to point our other people’s flaws in an attempt to distract others from yours, or do you think that intimidating people will make you seem cool?
Another time, I was at a school retreat, and over heard a group of girls talking about another girl who was meant to be one of their best friends. The vivid vulgarity of their words shocked me, I couldn’t understand how they could loudly speak of someone in such a discriminating way. What was worse is that out of the eight of them, not one of those people defended their friend, and instead, joined in to the conversation, adding fuel to the flame. I know that looking back, I can’t talk to any of those girls without thinking “imagine what they’re going to say about me when I walk away”, and worse than that, regardless of how nice either one of them may seem, I can’t bring myself to trust them.
We were taught kindness, we were taught compassion, and we were taught manners. We were given a voice to speak up about the injustices in the world, and we were given a voice to share our opinions, to contribute to the life and the environment that we build for ourselves, yet here we are, polluting this environment with damaging words. We are inevitably isolating ourselves from the positives in people because we drown ourselves in their flaws. We are limiting the capabilities of incredible people because other superficial people decide that they aren’t “hot enough” to be apart of something.
When did we come to this, and why do we give those who judge and degrade people, the power to decide what others are capable of?
My original concept was to base this article around this comment that I saw on a photo of Kim Kardashian and North West, but I got a little carried away… Sorry!
*The intention of this article isn’t to offend. As for the tweet mentioned, my intention is not to confront, but to emphasise my point.*