I am a narcissist. I am always obsessed with the clothes I wear or the way I do my hair. My husband once challenged me to not look into the mirror for fifteen minutes. I lost. Its not like I am God's gift to mankind, but I try my best to look good. I do not know much about style and fashion, I'd leave it to the wonderful fashion bloggers like Chandana. But I have my own unique sense of style and I'd stick to it. Earlier when I was stick thin, I liked wearing denims, T-shits and sneakers. They highlighted my frame neatly and helped me balance the tomboy and feminine look with a single outfit. I was a size 'XS' back then. At times I wouldn't get clothes my size in brands. Until I was twenty five, I remember shopping in the clothing section of kids. Yeah, embarrassing much. Once I started work, I had to steer a bit towards formal dressing. That is when I stepped into Westside for their Indian wear. The 'XS' kurta hung on me like an 'XL'. Yet, I bought them and had my tailor tuck in more than half the fabric. Life is not easy for a skinny girl.
Then the unexpected happened. Hormonal imbalance made me drift from an 'XS' to a size 'M". When you have been skinny all your life and when you suddenly see your clothes not fitting you, it is nothing short of depression. I had to give out my entire wardrobe to charity. Twice. It was only after I put on weight that I developed a sense of style. Or rather took it more seriously. I developed it mostly to hide my problem areas. I am aware of the latest fashion trends and follow only those that suit me. Baggy pants or palazzos are something that I would never wear. When the skinny jean revolution happened, it took the world by storm. I still am swimming in it. I cannot imagine wearing trousers that do not fit me tight. It maybe completely psychological, but I have never been able to let go off my skinny jeans. Even at a size 'M' I have a decent body, and since I am a tall person, the weight doesn't show much. I wear clothes that suit my body type and not just because it is in fashion. My hips are my problem areas and hence I stay away from tight tops. I have bid my goodbye to t-shirts too. I more often than not, now, wear free flowing fabrics that do not highlight my hips. I show off my toned legs with skinny jeans but I like to remain modest at the top.
The reason I am writing this post is because I feel that everyone should have their own sense of style. And not only blindly follow trends or what ever appears in the next issue of Cosmopolitan. For people with heavy thighs, skinny jeans is a no no. My style mantra has always been one thing, 'Dress according to your body type'. I have seen people struggle with tight jeans where they would not be able to sit or stand right. Then there are those people who wear tight tops showing off their fatty layers underneath. It is not appealing at all to the human eye. At least mine. Colored jeans are still in, but I think that we have had enough of those neon shades. Orange and yellow pants are so passe. If you still want neon to be a part of you, use it in your nail paint or accessories. Talking about accessories, have you seen those people who match everything on them. I am a sucker for bags and shoes, hence I buy them in pairs. And I match them with one piece of clothing. Else I go monochrome and use the color as a highlight. But then there are those people who match their top, shoes, bags, belt, bangles, watch, hairband, nail paint, eyeshadow and if possible some other things. I once saw this girl who looked like a giant aubergine, reeking of purple.
And then come the uber cool machas of Bangalore. I don't mind colored pants on men, but colors like pink and orange are a bit too much for a guy don't you think? And those scarves, the checkered ones; I see men wear it in peak summer making them look like the long lost successors of Yaseer Arafat. And those guys who wear sun glasses after sun set, wow, I applaud you! I do like fashionable guys, the ones who groom themselves well and have an individual sense of style. But not the ones who apply fairness creams and go for facials every fortnight. Jeez, what ever happened to balls. And do not give me that metro sexual shit. Men are supposed to be like men.
The most troubling part of fashion these days is the basic one. Lingerie. Who ever invented those transparent plastic bra straps must be stoned to death. It looks so cheap and tacky that it takes off the focus from whatever the girl is wearing. There is a strapless bra right? Why not use that and save yourself from the humiliation. Those straps are anything but transparent and shine bright when light falls on them. And the ladies who wear jeggings and tight skirts, please make use of seam less underwear. I do not want your panty line thrown on my face as you try to surrender to the clingy fabric wrapped around you. These are the basic things that people tend to ignore. I personally invest more in lingerie than I do on clothes, because believe it or not, it takes the right lingerie to get that perfect look.
Look at your body in the mirror and identify your problem areas. Hips, thighs, arms, stomach, breasts etc. Pick up clothes that help you hide them. After a couple of trials at a store, you yourself will be able to identify what suits you best and what you feel comfortable in. Screw the current trends. If you so badly want to wear the latest trend then pick up a fabric and get it stitched the way you want to, so that it flatters your body and does not scream out loud. An individual sense of styles defines you as a person and is noticed by everybody. No matter how much people say that beauty is internal, the first impression is always made, based on what is outside. If you are uncomfortable in what you are wearing, it shows on your face irrespective of that impeccable make up.
Style is what you create for yourself and how you present it. Fashion and trends come later.