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I loved meeting so many interesting people at the chick ball. There were many outfits to be admired. I changed my mind about the dress I bought to wear that night at the last minute. I was determined to wear something pink which is a bit out of character for me. Several days before the chick ball, after searching all over town for something pink I actually liked, I found a short, pink, pleated skirt which immediately make me think of Audrey Hepburn and couldn't think of a better person to represent girlieness, especially with my love of old movies. I even bought some hair extensions so I could put my hair up in a huge Hepburn bun right on top of my head. I got the whole ensemble together and tried it on several times. It was cute. It was stylish. It was pink, but it just didn't feel right. I just can't wear pink, at least not that much of it. I don't fel like a grown-up. I could be wearing a hot pink stripper thong and still just feel unsophisticated. I couldn't do it. It just wasn't me. I'm much more Betty Page than I am Audery hepburn. So, out of time for shopping, I dug through the dep recesses of my closet and found a dress I bought months ago from Hudon's for 5 bucks. It was a bit snug at the time, but I bought it as a weight-loss motivator and it must have worked. I hesitantly tried it on, not wanting to be dissappointed, but lo and behold, it looked fabulous. I instantly felt gorgeous, sexy, and all grown up. This was definitely the dress. I called my boyfriend and said,"You know how I dragged you all over the place for days shopping for that perfect pink outfit you bought for me? Well, I changed my mind?" Being the incredible guy that he is and who knows me well enough to understand my intense love for fashion, was not upset at all. In fact, he even made sure we looked great together by picking out a suit that complemented my dress. I doubt he would have done that if I had worn pink though.
I should have known not to try to force myself into a look. It never works. Style is not what you wear, it's how you wear it.

Previous Comments

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113043

Comment

That's how I am about clothes. I care more about how I feel in them than what others think about them. I gotta be me...

Author

LatashaWillis

Date

2007-05-21T20:43:37-06:00

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113044

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I loved this. I can remember (and this will show how old I am) wearing the poofey ruffled shirts. I always got dressed feeling like an idiot but that was what was "in". I look back on it now and can't help but laugh. The thought of not being dressed like everyone else outweighed my own feelings. I consider it a huge milestone when I had the confidence to wear what I liked instead of worrying about what others thought of me. I am comfortable in my own skin therefore, it doesn't matter whats on the outside. That contains such satisfaction and relief. I watch the fashions and the people wearing them come and go, but true style comes from within.

Author

old&tired

Date

2007-05-21T21:09:03-06:00

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113045

Comment

If everyone listens to this blog then gap, old navy, american eagle, holister, and abercrumy and felch will be out of business! You better hush doll face or the corporations will be after you.

Author

Ray

Date

2007-05-22T18:26:50-06:00

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113046

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Now, you are old enough to know that words only have power if you let them. And 'corporations' is nothing but a word without people behind them. I will take my chances.

Author

old&tired

Date

2007-05-22T19:47:16-06:00

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113047

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I was just using sarcasm there O and T. Not very effectively I guess. haha. I am very glad that there are women who dress to suit themselves instead of what E! channel tells them, or what commercials tell them is trendy and cool. If we were all the same it would be so damn boring.

Author

Ray

Date

2007-05-22T23:58:46-06:00

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113048

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Let them come after me. Just don't let them force me to wear a tattered denim miniskirt. That would be torture.

Author

caroline

Date

2007-05-23T09:53:18-06:00