So, my first ever fashion post that I uploaded last week seem to surpass any success I imagined it’d have and it was my best day for views on my blog ever! I just want to thank anyone who’s given it a read/view or said any kind words about it as I was so nervous to put it up but I’m feeling so much more confident about doing more now. Hence my second fashion post coming so soon after it! If you haven’t had a snoop at how I’ve been styling my new Dr Martens x Lazy Oaf boots, the post can be found here. This post however is going to be a bit more of a talk/rant about experience with my fashion journey rather than just clothes.
Ever since I was about 12, I’ve never dressed quite like the typical “girl” stereotype. I think a big part of it was to do with the fact I got into rock and alternative music at that age and the people I were looking up to were wearing black, tartan, studs and leather. As a result, this ended up in me wanting to be wearing those things too. I mean any 12 year old emo girl in their right mind wanted to be Hayley Williams, right? (I still want to be her now) I also made myself up in some very questionable eyeliner and backcombed and died my hair to the high heavens. I dread to think about some of the states I went out in…
Because of the way I dressed and did my makeup and the music I listened to, despite having posters of lots of men covered in tattoos all over my walls, my family still ended up assuming I was in fact a lesbian. I don’t think they ever fully believed me when I said I wasn’t, until I got with Jake. I think a lot of people around me also assumed it was a phase and that I’d grow out of it and become a fully fledged sequin-sporting girly girl at some point. Which don’t get me wrong, a lot of people do and there’s nothing wrong with that but I always knew that wasn’t me. I was destined for tattoos and damaged, dodgy hair.
As I’ve gotten older, I wouldn’t say my style has so much changed as developed into a better and more socially acceptable version of it. I do wear the odd girly thing now which I love and feel pretty in but I’m still a big fat goth at heart (ha). I still want to be covered in tattoos and I’m so excited for when the treatment for my illness is settled so I can start to get inked again as I’m so desperate to finish my sleeve and get working on a big ass back piece. My insides still sparkle when I see tartan and leather combined in one item of clothing or when I see shoes with soles triple the thickness of normal ones.
But, as you know, my question today is: can grunge be glam? Or even girly for that matter? And my answer is, well why the hell not? It does baffle me sometimes that I still manage to get weird looks in the street for what I’m wearing, especially when nowadays I buy most of it on the high street. That I still manage to get criticised on my tattoos or my coloured hair not being normal or “womanly” enough. That I still don’t have approval from friends/family/whoever for how I want to present myself and how I choose to look. I LOVE my style and I think it suits me better than any other because it’s me and it gives me confidence.
Combining the two makes me feel feminine but fierce and that’s just the way I like it. I love leather, I love tartan, I love fishnets and buckles and whatever the hell else I fancy wearing. I also love making my hair look presentably messy and wearing pretty makeup and maybe throwing in some pink or rose gold every now and again. I think the more alternative and grunge inspiration has been slowly creeping into popular clothing styles over the past few years too. For example, lace up and ripped clothing, chunky black boots and more dark and daring makeup otherwise known as all the things I got made fun of for wearing in school.
But anyway, why is grunge fashion more exclusively for men? I’m done with being labelled as manly, I’m done with the odd looks and I’m done with the judgement. Regardless of what anyone thinks I look like, my style and my choices make me feel like a strong, attractive, empowered and pretty badass woman. Thankfully I feel like I’m at a place in my life where I’m sure about myself and confident enough to wear what I want and be who I want without feeling I have to apologise for it, and I’m hoping that never changes. And if one day I want to wear a long frilly bright pink dress, I’ll do that too. My body my rules.
Are you confident in how you present yourself and do you truly wear what you want?