people calling you ‘anak jin’ cz you refused to not wear your jeans everyday! having to change multiple times before sleeping to find the right pyjama.. wanting to go home or have tantrums when something spilled in my outfit. an icon, really. childhood spent flipping through magazines, cutting them out and making a scrapbook out of them.. what was new in the runway? i remember loving marchesa fall 2012, the first time i truly fell in love with couture.. lockers filled up with cutouts from my favorite looks from the season. first encounter with makeup being stealing your grandmothers’ estee lauder lipstick & dior eyeshadows, a silver lip gloss from an airport in jeddah, and makeups from the body shop.
fast forward to collecting trinkets, notebooks, makeups.. a closet filled with indefinite looks. a new clothing piece every week.. days spent looking for the perfect new heels. Sourcing designer items, even if its second-hand, even if its vintage. happy outfits creates happy life. dont get me started on a freshly lined & curated closet, knowing where every item is. handbags, whether its 12 years old, or its designer, doesnt matter when you have the right outfit. going in and out of stores, and when you left with a handbag — you have butterflies. kitten heels or pumps, the inches dictates how high you can rule the day.
gold jewelries, real gold or fake, and diamonds, are truly my bestfriends. a perfectly blowed out hair and a perfect hourglass with a hint of abs is my best accessories anyway — thankyou pilates. doing my makeup half naked while dancing to either afrobeats or vintage arab house remix is a medicine. wearning knee high boots and piling up your suede and fur coats just for winters, wanting to style leg warmers and scarves but living in a 2-season country is disappointing. anyways, the leather handgloves are here to stay.
anyways, being a hijabi means never getting to wear mini skirts, mini dresses, shortpants, crop tops, off shoulders, or even tube tops, lol. but still i buy them for my own pleasure, hurts the pocket but its an investment for my future partner, besides, a good glimpse on the huge mirror in my room is all ive ever needed to convince myself to buy that tanktop.
a dictator of style, more like it.
