Re-Labeling the “Fashionista”

The art of fashion was my first love. I never was a big reader.  I would always just go straight for the fashion magazines/books in book stores.  I am pretty sure Vogue was the first “book” I read from the front to back.  The “book shelf” in my room is really filled with my magazines and “How to Design Fashion” books.  For as long as I can remember, I always loved dressing up in crazy outfits.  I would come downstairs in sparkling silver high heels, my fanciest dress and, of course, my pink cheetah print gloves- just to go to a family party.  It was always something in which I could lose myself.  Or maybe find my self a little more.  Either way, it is my art form.

It has always been something that I have loved but it truly became my passion around middle school.  I drew little designs throughout my notebooks and, before bed, I would stare at my closet to see which magical art piece I could put together for the next day. Fashion was never just about what I wore, it is who I am.  How everything I feel inside comes out.

Growing up, whenever someone would ask me what I wanted to be, I always felt weird saying “I want to be a fashion designer.”  Something about that sentence made me feel somewhat shallow and snobby.  I didn’t want to be categorized as materialistic, as if the way I saw “fashion” was a statement of status or wealth.  Fashion is so much more than we see in magazines, on t.v., and online.  One thing that upsets me is how people are constantly made fun of for what they wear.  Fashion was never meant to be boring.  Fashion is not meant to help you be the same as every other person on this Earth.  It was meant to explore individuality.  For freedom.  The people who go to the most popular, expensive, stores that every single person goes to, are just going with trends.  They are not the artists.

Fashion helped to save my life.  One thing that I always have felt confident in was my clothes. No one can take my love of fashion away.  Not the people who tell me it is ugly.  Not the people that have clothes that look more expensive.  Because my fashion is me and I am not just another person in the crowd.  I am a design on the runway that people look at because their eyes twinkle when they see it coming forward.  You may not like it or want to wear it, but it makes you feel.  That is what really matters.

Fashion is art. It is life. It is you and me.  It is magic.  Let your magic come from within and then show on the outside.  Do not be scared of your own magic.

xoxo

Sky

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