Take charge of, your clothes

I’m sorry it’s been about a month since I’ve been blogging, but things have been a little hectic career wise. I’ll tell you more about that in another post, but let me tell you that NYC is really amazing and I’m just in luuurv with the place.

Now onto clothes.

After having decided how I wanted my hair to look, it was time to choose my own style of clothing too.

I was lucky in that mum, despite being mum and from a different generation was really good at helping me pick fashionable things to wear. In clothes shops, she would even have me ask other young girls if what I wore was fashionable, something I found embarrassing, but did all the same because where I grew up, you were damned if you war the wrong kind of clothes. Not that the bullying at school stopped because I was wearing the latest fashion, but on the outside at least, I felt more like the other girls.

But then, I decided that I wanted to do something different. I felt as if dressing like I did was a bit like putting on a uniform. I wore stuff, not because I really liked the style, but because I wanted to fit in.

I have always liked long flowing dresses, African inspired attire and alike. A far cry from the Tobacco pants with the side pockets and the high Buffalo shoes. (Yes, it was the 90s. Give me a break LOL.)

So in the summer of 1999, I started wearing what I liked. I figured the bullying wasn’t going to stop, but by then I just wanted to do my own thing and I cared less about it. I didn’t have much time left at that school anyway.

I experimented with all kinds of long flowing type stuff from dresses and skirts to tunics over tight jeans. And this being the nineties, skirts over trousers was actually a thing.

Mum despaired at some of my choices. I was covering up rather than exposing my body and she asked me why I couldn’t be more like normal teenage girls. Never mind that she’d frowned at the belly button tops I used to wear.

Eventually, I’ve found a happy medium between being a slave to fashion and wearing what I like. I sport the tight jeans, without side pockets, which I did in my teens, because my figure has remained very much the same. I also wear long African dresses, but usually in the right kind of contexts, like when I do interviews and shows in Nigeria, or just want to look a little different at parties. There is no bullying now though and I doubt whether anybody can accuse me of covering up to much.

And the more confident I get with my own styling, the more I combine things that I think will look good together. And my combinations have at times inspired sighted friends who never thought of doing the same things, or didn’t dare to do, such as yellow tights under a black dress, or a blue singlet instead of a black under a similarly coloured see through top.

My style also constantly evolves, because I get new ideas for myself by looking in shops and getting feedback from fashionista friends who can describe styles better to me than most fashion blogs.

The advice I have for blind girls and women looking for their style, is just like with their hair. Follow your instinct. What do you like? How can that fit in to the contemporary fashion picture? Have a few trusted people who can tell you if a colour looks good on you or not. You can feel yourself if the fabric and fit is to your liking. Don’t be too deterred when somebody tells you it may not look great on you, but keep it in mind and gather more reactions before you decide if you’re comfortable with a certain look.

Remember too, that accessories can change a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt into something spectacular. If you’re not the type who likes to stray too far from the H&M basics section, a certain style neck laisse, belt or bangles can be your style definers.

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