We've all seen them- hair masterfully curled, make up flawless, perfectly pleated shirts, and sky high heels. Not only is every outfit perfectly color and season coordinated, their nails are painted to match, and their jewelry looks like it should be on the runway. Each one of their 20 pictures per post is magazine-worthy, with beautiful barn backdrops or in rustic tea shops. As I peruse through these posts, a singular thought stands out in my mind- I could never be a fashion blogger. Here's why:
1. Most of my outfits look like this, with variations on top. Leggings, boots or flats, and a blouse. Today, I happened to be cold in the 70 degree California weather, so I threw on a jacket.
2. I do not have beautiful #ootd locations. Beautiful barns? Nope. Cultured cities? Nope. Vintage tea shops? Nope. My mirror at home? Yes. Brick walls because my school was built in 1965? Yes. A lot. Check out this post for more evidence of that.
3. I take most of my pictures with my pathetic phone, and I do not have 3000 pictures, from every possible angle, showcasing every possible detail of my outfits. Nope, just one for Instagram. Also, as lovable as I am, no one wants to take 3000 pictures of someone else.
4. When I find something I like, I wear it. A lot. This morning my mother said, and I quote "Hima, you're such a hobo. This is the third day in a row you're wearing that jacket." I LIKE IT AND IT'S WARM OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE.
5. I could never live up to my swagalicious (hi somya) parents. I mean, look at that deep v-neck. And mom, those hammer pants. #werk. You're also really cool with your gang signs.
I only wish I had inherited their coolness.
xo, Hima