ive been trying to start this post for over 10 times already...but i can't seem to put together a cohesive thought that would sum up what i truly felt about dressing up.
i keep on editing my self again. but then again, perhaps, this self-editing of my words mimics my approach to fashion, and now that i think about it, in life, as well.
so lately ive been feeling rather...experimental with my fashion choices. my new career as a magazine person necessitates it, but now that i am involved in a highly fashion-run world, i feel as if nothing i own is good enough to wear to work.
on the upside, if i must be honest, having a new title attached to my name has given me a sense of "feeling all dressed up" all on its own. except that now, it has made me question everything i thought to be true about myself. do i dress okay? do i write with sense? does my writing put people to sleep?
i wonder. how ironic is it that now that i am where i thought i wanted to be i dont feel like myself at all?
2 comments:
ia, i always look forward to your new blog entries. you're a really good writer coz you're able to translate your emotions into words.
and you dress nice too :)
an edited look is usually better than an unedited one. it's good to be daring, but restrain is a virtue to be desired in the world of fashion.
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