Everyone has at least one idol as a fashion reference. Someone whom you admire a lot and dream to be like him/her. It is very common phenomenon, especially on a young age when you’ re in a search of your identity and style. That’s how exactly it happened with me.
When I was a little girl I admired the Barbie character on movies. I really loved the princesses. I wanted their pink long dresses and their long blonde hair. As a result for whole my childhood years I was dressing in pink and until high school my schoolmates used to call me Barbie. As I was growing up I change totally my style with a 360 turn. I was so tired of being the pure innocent girl and the good student. I was 14 years old and I was dressing like 11 years old. I considered myself to be a child, not a teen, until the day I decided to make my rebellion. I wanted to be “cool” just like the other girls and guys look at me too.
It was a few months I didn’t have a clue of how I wanted my style looks like. Nothing was attractive enough to wear. I didn’t like the “wannabe adult” clothes that many schoolmates wore, so I chose a more free and alternative style. Even now I can determine that style but I had a new idol now: Avril Lavigne.
It was a period I really tried to experiment with my style. I threw away all of my colorful clothes and for the first time I dressed up totally black. Later I begun to wear color again and combine the black with pink and white, just like my idol did. I bought many accessories with skulls and spiked jewels and I dyed some tufts of my hair pink. The best of all, I wore all those things at school! There wasn’t even one day I would go to school without black eyeliner and skull accessories. Oh god I was such a poser! (Ok lets be honest, I still be a little bit!) I always wanted to be different, not because people ignored me but I had something that was rebelling inside me. Since a child ,I didn’t want to belong in the herd.
The years were passing by and I couldn’t find my true style, so the next person I tried to copy was Joan Jett. When I was on my 17 , I impersonated the tough and wild metal girl. This awesome cool girl who never gets hurt and doesn’t give a fuck. Maybe many schoolmates thought that I was a lesbian but I really didn’t mind. I really didn’t care to look like sexy or femine. And even if that fake girl with big balls wasn’t really me,I didn’t regret for the fact that I really enjoyed my teen rebelling style without trying to be a sexy woman, without wearing too short skirts and open boob tops. If I wouldn’t wear all those casual clothes in my teen years when would be the right time? I never was never in a hurry to grow up.
To continue with the next two years when I really tried to wear everything. One day I was dressing like a glam metal girl and the other day just like Britney Spears. I didn’t have a clue of fashion and what would be the message I wanted to pass with my style. I was in an endless try to be cool, wild ,sexy and stylish. As a result I was dressing like a clown and people around me had the thought I was a disturbed personality. I will say only this: I still remember a day when I went at Uni with orange top and black and white skirt combined with a couple of sandals which were too old-fashioned even for my grandma! Oh my God!