I got this Banana Republic blazer in September, almost three months ago, and then I just let it sit in my closet. Of course, September is still a little too warm to wear a blazer. Not to mention, blazers are still a relatively new addition to my wardrobe (#adulting). So I let this gorgeous find—it was 50% off on sale—collect dust in the corner of my wardrobe, because I was too afraid to wear it.
Sometimes, I feel boxy when I wear blazers, like they're adding an extra layer of padding, in all the wrong places. So I tried wearing it with bodycon dresses, and I felt a little too adult, like when I was a childhood and I would wear my mom's heels or try on her makeup. I looked good, but a little out of my depth.
Then I tried blue jeans. I thought the mix of business-casual would make me feel more comfortable, but then I remembered something: I hate my hips and thighs. It's not something I bring up casually. I've dealt with body issues in the past, and, to a degree, I'm still dealing with them now. What I can say, is that my perception of my body, means I'm highly critical of how things hit. Maybe it was just how I felt the day I choose to wear those jeans, maybe I just felt more bloated than usual, either way, I didn't like how it looked. Nothing is worse than not liking how you look in something.
Flash forward to November and December, when every fashion blogger and influencer is wearing an oversized plaid blazer. I wanted in, I wanted to move past my fears, and I wanted to wear the damn blazer! Of course, this thought should hit me when it's 20 degrees outside. So now, I had the extra challenge of wearing a blazer in the winter.
In walks in the Manhattan pant from ModCloth. If you've been following along on my blog journey, then you know I'm a ModCloth fan, always pushing their products—without any free swag. I was skeptical if these pants would look good. They're stretchy, and slim fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination, but the fact that they were high-waisted, and the way they cut at my ankle, I felt like Bridgette Bardot. In fact today's outfit was inspired by the below photo of BB.
Except, I took it to a more edgier appeal. I can't explain why, but seeing it all together, I felt just as sexy as Bridgette.
Sometimes, I feel boxy when I wear blazers, like they're adding an extra layer of padding, in all the wrong places. So I tried wearing it with bodycon dresses, and I felt a little too adult, like when I was a childhood and I would wear my mom's heels or try on her makeup. I looked good, but a little out of my depth.
Then I tried blue jeans. I thought the mix of business-casual would make me feel more comfortable, but then I remembered something: I hate my hips and thighs. It's not something I bring up casually. I've dealt with body issues in the past, and, to a degree, I'm still dealing with them now. What I can say, is that my perception of my body, means I'm highly critical of how things hit. Maybe it was just how I felt the day I choose to wear those jeans, maybe I just felt more bloated than usual, either way, I didn't like how it looked. Nothing is worse than not liking how you look in something.
Flash forward to November and December, when every fashion blogger and influencer is wearing an oversized plaid blazer. I wanted in, I wanted to move past my fears, and I wanted to wear the damn blazer! Of course, this thought should hit me when it's 20 degrees outside. So now, I had the extra challenge of wearing a blazer in the winter.
In walks in the Manhattan pant from ModCloth. If you've been following along on my blog journey, then you know I'm a ModCloth fan, always pushing their products—without any free swag. I was skeptical if these pants would look good. They're stretchy, and slim fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination, but the fact that they were high-waisted, and the way they cut at my ankle, I felt like Bridgette Bardot. In fact today's outfit was inspired by the below photo of BB.
Except, I took it to a more edgier appeal. I can't explain why, but seeing it all together, I felt just as sexy as Bridgette.
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