But hey, you guys know me by now.
I err, disappear for a while, and then suddenly WHAM! A mass of posts at once 🙂
This is my favourite silk shirt. I love the colour. It works well casual or formal.
There comes a time.
When a girl’s wardrobe has to …grow up.
I went to visit my aunts house. And I was shocked to realise I was dressed in a similar style to my 12 year old niece!
Skinny jeans, long top, converse trainers.
I don’t know if SHE had begun imitating my dress sense.
Or if I have just gotten to that stage where I am dressing…err…inappropriately for my age?
Am I still dressing like a scruffy student?
In any case.
I went shopping. And I unconsciously started veering towards blazers, heels, and fancy bags.
Well, so there we have it. I am updating my wardrobe.
I just hope I don’t end up looking… OLD! *shudder*
(Like one of my friends who is 27 but dresses like she is 37!..eh eh!)
ex oh ex oh
When did our self worth become so tied up with Hollywood dreams?
I have two gorgeous, beautiful friends. They keep telling me how they feel fat, flabby, ugly and unworthy.
They are anything but.
How do confident, young, gorgeous, professional women get reduced to pinching the fat on their tummies, and counting spots?
One of them wants a chemical peel.
The other is on a weight loss regime which makes her feel guilty for every calorie that passes down her starved gullet.
Look, I am no Pocahontas either.
However, somehow, I have always just accepted my body as is. Imperfect as it is. I have just …accepted it.
My thicke thighs – accepted.
My cellulite – accepted.
My flabby arms – love em.
My spots – meh.
As I have grown, I have even grown to not only accept every aspect of my body ..but also to actually find a way to LOVE it!
My flabby arms? They jiggle, and they are great 🙂 I honestly love them. They remind me of someone who once loved them too.
My thicke thighs and chunky legs that I thought were unattractive – someone else convinced me they were SEXY. And now, I believe it too.
My spots – they are like freckles. Just part of my skin. Part of me.
Its just that…our bodies are what they are. Allah made us so.
Instead of trying to fit into an ideal Made In Holywood, try to wear your own skin.
…..that’s how I felt about 3 months ago.
Now, after spending all this time with my neurotic fat-hating friends…I have started obsessing too!
I am basically writing this post to remind me that I actually DID like myself as me.
Because I have lately started dreaming of long, glossy, hollywood hair. Weaves I know, yes. But the dreams continue 😦
I have begun taking close-ups of the dark circles under my eyes and inwardly agonising that I am beginning to grow old
What a bag of contradictions ey?
I needed to write this post to remind us all. That sometimes the Holywood brainwashing does a good job at making us feel lousy about ourselves.
All that airbrushing, make up artists, and weaves.
None of it is real.
But it sure does look pretty….
Now everyone. Let’s do this together.
Repeat after me.
I. Am. Beautiful. Just. As. I . Am.
I. AM. BEAUTIFUL. JUST. AS. I. AM!
One more time for those at the back!
Have a Beautiful weekend my lovelies 🙂
Thats me 🙂 For my cousins wedding.
Basically, a new Hijab Evening Style.
You take your dress to the fabric store. Pick out fabric that matches the dress (mine was pink)
And then go to the salon to get the lady to pin it up in an elaborate Up-do.
You can add brooches (Like my gold one, because my dress had gold accents), or flowers, or whatever else takes your fancy.
Use different kinds of fabrics, glittery, satiny, silk etc etc
Basially, LOTS OF FUN!!!
So this is my ‘Bargain Of The Week’
Its a beautiful silk dress from Banana Republic. Originally 98 pounds. I got it for the bargain price of….*drum roll* 13 pounds.
PS: Please ignore the grainy pics. I was walking out the door to go to work.
Since third year of medical school, I have been wearing formal clothes.
I own more formal clothes than I do casual.
Hence a ‘work wear’ piece is ….a good place to start.
So. I thought it would help to start with a few tips.
Long cardigans, short cardigans,wooly cardigans. They are your best friends.
The top you love in River Island isn’t long sleeved? The answer: Cardigan.
The gorgeous formal shirt from United Colours Of Benneton is too fitted? Answer: Cardigan.
The trousers you want to wear are a little too tight around the bottom? Answer: Cardigan! (a long one)
I have a huge range of cardies. Long ones, leopard print ones, polka dots, floral prints. HnM is clearly the best place to get cardies for good value. Usually they go for around 10-15 pounds ish.
When it gets hot? Switch to the ones in a jersey material. They are harder to find. And only come out in summer time. My advice: stock up. Lots and lots of different colours.
2. A good trouser fit
There is nothing worse than a pair of trousers that don’t fit well. As a hijabi, you really don’t want them too tight. You also don’t want them so big you look like you’re drowning in them. I NEVER buy trousers without trying them on first. Different styles suit different body shapes. Try on trousers in different stores, try new styles. You might be surprised at what suits you!
I am short, petite, and pear shaped (read, big ass! lol) And I was super surprised when peg leg trousers looked good on me. Granted I only tried the trousers on in the first place because they were on sale…. lol. But they worked for me. Loose. Comfortable. Tailored. Stylish.
3. The matching issue
Okay. Your hijab doesn’t always have to match perfectly. Nor do your shoes, cardigan or bag. Sometimes, try NOT matching. A grey pair of pants, go with a blue cardigan.
A green hijab, goes with a brown pair of flats.
Mix and match items in your wardrobe and have fun with them.
Work shoes. Well it depends what kind of work you do. I am on the go ALL the time. So I prefer flats. I CANNOT wear heels to work. I wish I could. There is just something about wearing heels. You walk different, feel different. It just gives you that extra edge of confidence.
If you can’t wear heels, or like me you run around a lot at work, try wedges.
They’re great. You get the added height, without the bunions :p
Okay. So most work-wear skirts or dresses tend to be short. Or tight. Or short and tight.
Now, I have said before I am not an overly strict hijabi…
So, I make do.
I wear really, really dark, thick tights.
Some of you, might frown on this idea…fair enough. But it works for me.
If it doesn’t work for you..I would definitely go with long skirts. Yes, they are harder to come by in UK shops. But be on the look out…and you will be surprised. Summer is usually the best time to get long flowy skirts…Get a few in different colours and stagger your wearing of them.
6. Have Fun
Have fun with colours. With combinations of outfits. With shoes.
When I look good, I automatically make myself feel better, and I tend to have a better day at work.
The compliments help also :p
Plus, I like that I change peoples perceptions of Hijabis.
Most people tell me I look really good for a Hijabi. Some may take that as an insult, or a reflection on their…need to look more austere (more ‘Hijabi’) I just take it as a compliment.
Stay tuned for my next post: My first Work Wear Outfit. 🙂
So I have never really found a productive use for my breasts in my twenty-something years. They are just appendages that really get in the way more than anything. EVERY girl who has been to the gym or plays sports knows what I’m talking about.
Anyone who has found it difficult sleeping on their front can sympathize.Yes boys, its hard to sleep on them! From underwires that dig into you, pre-menstrual mastitis and an accidental elbow shoved into your breast as you walk past (hey, they do poke out and get in the way-its understandable-but no less painful) What are breasts good for????????
Why do women all over the world insist on increasing their size, and men of all creeds lust after them? Here I have compiled a list of ways that breasts can contribute to the betterment of yourselves, AND society.
1. The Indian Pocket
If you live in Nairoberry, you know your handbag is not a safe place to keep all your mula. Guys have socks. And extra pockets hidden in coats, shirts, even boxers! Girls have handbags, and the ‘Indian Pocket’ (My mum’s codename for the bra) Have you ever hear a robber say : ‘Empty you’re bra or I’ll stab you!!!???’ No? Well, there you go.
Just realized I may be giving future would-be robbers fodder for their machinations of evil. Hmmm. In that case: ‘I DO NOT KEEP MONEY OR MY MOBILE ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY HANDBAG!!!’