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Wearing Your Flaws With Pride


Whilst editing my recent haul and try on video I was horrified to see that when I walked away from camera wearing my new Milk It dress from The Ragged Priest I could see back rolls as my hips swayed from side to side. Queue Alyssa Edwards style reaction!

My initial response was to delete the evidence of my imperfection straight away – but I stopped myself. Even as little as 6 months ago that clip would be long gone, but despite erasing proof of my flaws in my mind they would still live on. ย This small incident would have resulted in me falling into a spiral of self loathing and finding it difficult to leave the house because I felt that I was such a hideous beast.

Though all of these feelings were definitely still there, and I was upset about my appearance, instead of reacting in a negative way I took time to collect myself and look at the problem objectively.

This year I am actively trying to be less reactive (which is tough for a feisty cat like me) and take the time to be kinder to myself. After much contemplation I decided to keep the clip in. And here is the reason why: I used to spend hours researching fashion magazines and though I felt inspired by styling, loved the photography and seeing new trends come to life it made me feel alienated because I knew that I could never look like any of the girls that filled the glossy pages.

In my early 20’s I discovered fashion bloggers and never looked back. I hate the term ‘real’ because models are also humans just like you and I, but bloggers were way more relatable. They were people like me, of all different shapes and sizes, modeling what clothes would actually look like in real life.

Now a blogger myself there is of course pressure to look a certain way, but I have always prided myself on my unique approach and being 100% myself. I have never met expectations and there is no way that I am going to start to gain followers or readers.

If I started editing out all the not so flattering bits of myself where does that end? At what point do I stop being me and start becoming an internet version of myself?

Whilst working out what do about the wobbly bits in my video clip my mind flashed back to a conversation I had with another blogger in the early days of Emma Inks about photo editing. They confessed that they did photoshop temporary things like spots out of their pictures because that was not their face all the time. This made sense to me so I gave it a shot, the edit was so easy and before I knew it I had fallen into a black hole and made so many changes ย to my face that it didn’t even look like me anymore.

So instead of being so tough on myself I am making an effort to try and accept and embrace who I am, exactly how I am, because none of us will ever be 100% perfect. So here’s to getting to grips with our wobbly bits and fashion posts that celebrate flaws.

5 comments

  1. mrsp84 says:

    Amen to that, sister

  2. Love this. It’s so hard, because you know realistically that no one else is even likely to notice those “imperfections” but they still play on your mind.

    Let’s just say I’ve previously been pissed off at my own back rolls in photographs so this really struck a chord with me. Seriously, back, HOW HARD IS IT JUST TO BE FLAT?! Why are you doing this to me, back? You think I can’t see you?! Dude, photography is a thing, you can’t hide your shitty behaviour from me any longer! Not to mention that my back rolls are mostly caused by wearing a bra, so shit I’m doing to keep my front in order is causing some kind of rebellion on my back half.

    I think maybe my back just wants attention, seeing as I mostly obsess over my front. Hopefully three paragraphs of me yelling at my own back in your poor comments section will suffice ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

    1. Emma says:

      Oh how I have missed your comments! I am glad my hatred for backrolls struck a cord with you

  3. You’re perfect to me ๐Ÿ™‚ don’t ever change <3 x

    1. Emma says:

      Aww thanks gorgeous

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