Call me fat, call me old (or too thin and young), but I'm not afraid to tell the world that I think I'm beautiful. And no, I'm not a self-obsessed narcissist. I'm just sick and tired of advertisers, corporations and beauty products telling me I need to fix myself.
I truly believe that some women are born stylish. I am not one of them. But I'm grateful to be a late-bloomer. And here's why.
Weather it's a luxurious excursion or a quick trip, shopping is one of life's great pleasures. Shop like a pro with these tips and your next run to Barney's will be nothing short of a success!
I always start my spring cleaning off by clearing out my closet and donating old clothes. When I was only able to fill one large shopping bag this year, I realized why: the closer I get to 30, the better I get at personal style. Here are some tips for making sure you'll still like your purchases next year.
I do not wish to change anyone's personal style, only to enable them to stretch their thinking and open their minds to be more creative with themselves. So often we become stuck, even inflexible with ourselves.
In high school, I was obsessed with planning what I was going to wear to school every day. I would spend hours upon hours sorting through clothes, losing myself in the depths of my closet. At 13 I couldn't control my attraction to men, but I could control what shirt I was going to wear.
Do I believe that you should follow every trend and obsess over your hair? No! Do I think every woman needs an expensive, fancy wardrobe? Not at all. But what I've learned along the way is that getting your fashion and beauty ducks in row lets you obsess less and accomplish more.
The Syracuse uniform: Michelin Man-esque parkas, bulky fur-lined boots and a set of chunky knitted accoutrements designed to keep the chill at bay. Practical? Yes. Stylish? Not so much.The antidote comes from students who refuse to sacrifice personal style to the weather's demands.
While sometimes I'm wistful for my long hair, mostly, I'm just wistful for the time in my life it accompanied.
Who do I want to be today? How do I want to make people feel about me and themselves? These are the types of questions that go through my head after I wake up each morning. The answer is always different. Some days I want to be tough or assertive, others I want to be friendly and welcoming. And what I wear plays a big part in that.
After four years, my mom and I have cut the cameras to ourselves in order to begin telling StyleLikeU's story. We are ecstatic and nervous to reveal how inspiring it is to be a part of a mission that has lead us to a gold mine of visionary individuals.
In a few short months, I'll be celebrating my 35th birthday. And in the back of my head, I keep having this feeling that perhaps I need to somehow look or act older.
It seems my family was unimpressed with my acid wash jeans and rainbow-colored kicks.
One outfit and one day changed everything for me.
Bandage dresses? Nooooo thanks.
My resolution for the next presidential election is to let "grandma" share my stupid dog pictures with her retirement community cronies and reserve my playing of pin the tail on Donald Trump to Twitter.