I used to be REALLY pretty until I am not.
I refused to look into the mirror, let alone taking photos, as I started feeding on steroid for eczema.
Putting on weight around my middle (truncal obesity) is one of the many side effects.
I no longer enjoyed shopping and when I did, I bought everything loose and shapeless to disguise my protruding stomach,
and most of the items were in black / grey for their slimming effects.
Which made my wardrobe pretty boring.
It got worst in Summer when I couldn't have too much layering and oversize tops took residence in my tiny wardrobe.
It was indeed depressing.
I hated my body and the only thing I knew was to cover it up. I didn't want to look pregnant, did I?
In the end, I had so many garments full to the brim as I kept buying the same style (which I believe was right for my figure issue) again and again,
without wondering if the colours and styles suited me.
I never read fashion magazines and shopping drained me.
Being self-employed and working from home, I didn't see how important first impression or my outer appearance could be.
Splurging on shopping sprees got me in the red.
I was devastated when I found some of the garments with the price tag still attached intact.
Eventually I got fed up with impulse buying as I came to realise that more often than not,
I either forgot about my purchases or I didn't like them as soon as I hit home.
That wasn't particularly environmental friendly, was it?
Knowing that I needed to better control my spending habits, and to get some fresh air and inspiration, I decided to go away for a holiday.
Hence I googled for options to give myself a reason to travel, and decided that I wanted to pursue a new career path.
Becoming a personal stylist / image consultant came up and without much hesitation,
I signed up to study with Gail Morgan face-to-face in the UK.
It was an eye-opener for me and I never looked back.
It was a life-changing experience for me...
I needed to walk my talk so I needed to get myself sorted before sorting others out.
The sales period came at the perfect timing;
and I did spend quite a fortune revamping my wardrobe; but with the right colours and styles.
I got rid of 90 % of the items hidden in my wardrobe as soon as I returned from the trip, to make space for the new.
It was heartbreaking to trash items I had never worn, the ones I liked but in a wrong colour / style, and they weren't cheap.
What a great lesson to learn! Never would I be an impluse shopper again.
I must say I am happy with what is now existing in my wardrobe. All the items come in my seasonal colours, styles which are flattering on my flawed body, and I am glad to be so ruthless about chucking the 'incompatibles'.
There is no going back.
I know I'll be dressed pretty everyday with the combinations of outfits I can mix and match with my newfound knowledge.
At the ripe age of 47, I find myself totally immersed in dressing up paper dolls.
I enjoy putting together outfits for the models using mix & match and only until recently that I understand why I love shopping at charity shops so much.
I read a lot but never into fashion magazines. You might even question my expertise as a personal stylist but then again, I go for style, not trend.
I'd love to own a classic timeless fine-crafted masterpiece instead of purchasing the latest look which becomes history in a week or so.
The catwalk models are indeed models because of the hanger figure, a walking tool without character / soul,
rendering the service of showcasing innovative creations by designers who have little idea what a real woman (or man) is like.
Have you ever wondered why there are only a few pieces of the designer's garments available?
Why is it that there are limited editions of the latest designed apparatus?
Brand names don’t matter to me. Manufacturing practices, the quality and fit do.
I can’t understand why people are paying to be someone else’s walking billboard.
I admire those who are confident in timeless fashion, who can mix and match bits and pieces discovered in charity shops,
and make an impression by their character and demeanour.
No point to reiterate ‘I wish I were…’. If there is only one thing I learnt from the course,
it would have to be the understanding that I am willing to try something new,
while accepting that some things would just never suit me no matter how much I wanted them to.
Instead of focusing on limitations,
I now focus on what is possible.
It’s about time (if not sooner) to reclaim my unique Piscean sense of style.
Shopping is no longer a pastime to me.
Not that I don't care about my appearance, I just don't make purchases on fleeting whims. My decision to part money is more deliberate and intentional, and I have realised there is hardly anything that is missing in my wardrobe.