My Story

I was a raised in a family of 5 kids, and my mom and dad never really took us shopping for clothes. My mom would buy me really oversized clothing (possibly to make the clothing last). And I would hate every minute of it, yet there was no change. And thus, I think from there I developed a lack of taste for style. Since my initial interest in looking at least slightly better by wearing clothes that were not oversized was squashed, I think I conditioned myself not to care about my appearance.

Therefore, I was consumed by my number one interest then: reading. And there is nothing like reading to make you forget yourself and the world around you. So, I fell deeper into an abyss of not caring about my look so long as there was a book on earth.

Of course, my style and look greatly suffered as a result. I did not know it then but now I do. I wore a similar outfit with similar shoes almost everyday.

As a child, I wore a uniform to school even though it was not a school that wore uniforms. Growing up, I might have owned exactly one pair of jeans. I did not wear dresses and skirts, as a matter of taste then because I became a bit of a tomboy.

I usually had one to two pairs of shoes because that was how I grew up. I carried a backpack with me almost everywhere I went...I knew little about purses.

I might have known about lip gloss. But I vaguely remember carrying vaseline in aluminum foil to keep my lips moisturized.

I had terribly dry skin and I had no idea how to take care of it, and I did not ask either. I simply did not know how to take care of my hair whatsoever. I always felt neutral about hair and only prayed that my older sister would have time to help me fix it up.

I got my first job at the library at the age of 16, and then I began to finally have the opportunity to choose my own clothing. But I knew nothing about clothing: size, fit, style, etc. Because I grew up wearing rather large clothing which I did not like, by the time I could buy my own clothes I started wearing tight clothing. Most of my wardrobe was ill-fitting because I thought it was cute.

And for 10 years, I went on like this. Now it's my turn to fit me. Along the way, I did learn things about size, style and fit but it was not until I started my beauty journey late last year that I began to put all of this very basic knowledge together to make it work for me in what is to become my personal style.

Literally, the start of my beauty journey has mostly been underground--meaning, I have only started to play dress-up and play with makeup now but only in my bedroom. I have only brought it out piece-by-piece (like a lippie here and a new hairstyle there but not altogether yet) to the public a couple times. But I want to start making it consistent and pull my look together. My goal is a polished, classic, stunning look.

I have been studying beauty and fashion intensely for months now. Passionate. I am a student to the world of beauty.



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