Little girls with pink frilly tutu skirts, hello kitty headbands, and a flowery handbag, yeah I was one of those little girls. I didn't turned out to be a rebellious tomboy, I turned out worse, more MAARTE than ever.
My younger cousins and I would even fight over who would be Pink Ranger in our own version of Power Ranger series. 3 pathetic little girls, me being the eldest and I would initiate the arguement! Perfect role model eh?! Then one of us ends up crying. Oh hurray!
I grew up, still growing up and so did my little sisters. Shame is a thing of the past between us. The barbie dolls and Hello Kitty, are now Mac, Stila and Shu Uemura. The platform Sketcher shoes are now 4-inch stilettos, well, for me they are. :)
Its really sweet and funny how someone you used to play with, is all grown up and now asks you on where to find a trusty concealer, which nude lipstick color would look good on her, and what kinds of clothes are rad. I am not being emotional and be like "oh they're growing up so fast" and getting teary-eyed. LOL.
What is with girls and make-up? Girls and bags? Girls and shoes? Girls and clothes? Men. They don't understand! If you feel me ladies HOLLER! :) Rebecca Bloomwood said "You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better. "
That's how I feel, that's how girls feel. Like giggly and excited over a good pair of heels. animal printed heels. swarovski encrusted heels.shocking colored heels. flowery peep toes. shiny stilettos. Manolo Blahniks. Jimmy Choos. Christian Louboutins. ugh. the list goes on and on and on. then there goes the studded clutches. the Chanel purses. Louis Vuitton monograms. vintage glam. the 80s rock. sheer tops. the shorty shorts. corsets. they're all coming back. this is fashion invasion and i am gonna have a heart attack. in a good way.
the search for the concealers. i still have to blame my cousin for this. I seriously don't need concealers so to say but it seemed like a cute title for a blog. haha. I dedicate this blog to little girls who grew up to be addicted to fashion like me.
It is my little comfort zone. My happy place. To dress up and style myself and other girls. ladies. women. We run the world anyway, right?
Hail to Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly. my icons of the past. Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Gwen Stefani, musicians and designers at the same time. B. and S. of Gossip Girl and the Ladies who brought back Sex to the City. and ofcourse my Mom, who taught me how to walk in heels though I basically learned on my own. My mom who was modelling still when she was pregnant with me. My mom who still buying clothes when she's almost about to pop!
the search for the perfect concealer begins when you finally learn to see yourself. appreciate yourself and know your worth. :) the concealer need not be for the eyes. its to conceal the woes of the soul with happiness brought by the comfort of friends. to hide the dark spots of painful memories to be replaced with glowing smiles of promising tomorrows. concealers for the insecurities that makes you think you don't deserve to love and be loved. concealers that break down doubt and rebuild your self-confidence!
those are the perfect concealers. there are days when I too have those dark circles, dark circles of downtime and insecurities. cheer up. you're not alone in the world.
you buy your hair if it won't grow.
you can fix your nose if he says so.
you can buy all the make up that Mac can make
BUT IF
you can look inside you,
find out who are they to be in the position
to make you feel so damn unpretty?
...it should be,
i feel pretty, oh so pretty.
i feel pretty, and witty and bright.
beauty from the inside radiates to the whole world.
xoxo,
A.
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