You look good in anything you wear. Really?
Just about every second night, I rock up at my boyfriend’s place dressed in his grey trackpants (arguably mine), a pair of stained Nike sneakers and at the very least, four layers of jumpers on top. I literally look like The Rock after a cheat meal – perhaps even bigger. “When you’re girlfriend makes no effort and still looks beautiful,” I’ll mock, aware that I’m breaking just about every rule in both the fashion, and the girl-guy book, and that I’m far from doing so in a cool manner. “You do. You could wear anything and you’d…
The Importance of Outer Beauty
It is a wonder to discover that in a world so beguiled by self-image, we can still discern what it is to be truly beautiful. A word layered with endlessly more meaning than the likes of ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’, to relate it to self is far from media-inspired. Belief in our own beauty can be found with whom the revenue-driven discourage a visit: our raw and untouched selves. It is here where we shall uncover that to be beautiful is no more than to feel it. Over the past couple of weeks, I have subconsciously divulged into the topic of beauty…
5 things you should know about
1. Melie’s Kitchen I remember when I was five and ‘cake time’ was a regularity, even an expectation of birthday parties. A fan or not, we all anticipated the moment for what it entailed. This, of course, was a multitude of things. In addition to a birthday wish, granted was permission for guests to a) leave, b) dive into the more appealing sausage rolls and fairy bread, or c) eat a slice so sizeable that on any other occasion, it would call for judgement. At about 11 years old, the cake tradition died out. It was for the best, too. Cakes…
All or Nothing: What Would a Sane Person Do?
A couple of weeks back, I realised the way in which we take strength for granted. Unwell, I found myself bedridden for about a week. For all the times it has been rare in my life, I voiced an indefinite and unwavering no to all that was offered outside the vicinity of my room. It was potentially the first time I, alone, had to take a stand – and against myself. It had not come instinctively either. In fact, sitting in student health, I informed my worried friend I’d be at work the next day. She asked me to consider…
STRONGER
I remember the day I finally held myself accountable. It was sudden and unprecedented, like most encounters we’ll have with change. Not surprisingly, this turning point occurred in front of the mirror. I’d stopped and looked at myself, only to face a familiar discomfort with the opposing reflection. Nearing 16, I was well-informed of this prime I would enter in teenage-dom. They spoke of it as the do-all era. We’d stride through it encompassed by all but limitation. A sense of invincibility, this would be inevitable. The person I saw in the mirror – the girl who would embark these…
So I heard you lost yourself
I have been tired. A kind of tired that I cannot associate with a place, or a people. It stems from the watch that doesn’t work on my left arm; the wind that appears to blow so confidently this time of year. I have spent days laughing at the way my caramel hair flies over my cheeks. This southerly has totally enveloped my body; I no longer shiver. In the cool of June, I find my arms spreading wider. I’m insanely happy. And yet, I am not exactly sure where I am. Days like these, I really should see. I…
World of Fashion (not so Fashion-y)
At 8pm last Thursday, I was dressed in yellow gypsy pants, a friend’s woollen turtle neck and a pair of grey slides. I’m mid-gram when my phone buzzes. It’s an e-mail confirming the launch of World of Fashion, an app where you act as a celebrity stylist, shopping for clothes and attending A-list parties. I’m not receiving this e-mail because I was once subscribed to Star-doll. Admittedly, this would’ve also made sense; World of Fashion has been created by the same people. This time, however, I’m receiving an e-mail about the game because I’m in it. That’s right. The same…
Missguided by Attraction
“Ooh, that’s not a good angle,” he said. I no longer wanted to share the rest of my holiday photos. I’d flicked onto one of my friend – though it made little difference to know that it was her he was referring. It may as well have been you or me in the photo. It was my friend though, leaning back on her arm, hip towards the camera. Pouting as I pointed the lens towards her, she had fallen into this sluggish stance. We giggled as she poked fun at a model pose. She was joking, I told him –…
Loud Places
My haven at the moment, it’s in the middle of The Hub at Victoria Uni. More than a study zone, this is a locale for “social study”; a place which regardless of the books in front of us is inviting of guests. Alone, we dither away time between lectures people-watching. We indulge in teriyaki chicken sushi, the $8 berrylicious smoothie we can’t really afford. It’s okay, or so we tell ourselves, because the goji aids in curation of aesthetic study, and with all that vitamin C, in rejuvenation; lunch was curry again. For all it’s hilarity, I love the student lifestyle. Half…