The Meaninglessness of Labels

There is an unspoken perception in the world, a perception that affects each and every person and yet hides unnoticed.

That is the perception of labels and simplicity.

Regardless of your social status, if people see you on the street they will full on judge you based on what you're wearing.

Wearing skinny jeans and nerd glasses? Hipster.
Wearing bright colours that don't quite match and lots of jewelry? Raver.
Dressed all in black draping clothing? Goth.

Do you want to know what's interesting? You could see me on the street on any given day wearing one of these outfits, and yet I don't consider myself any of the above three labels.

The clothes you wear can certainly impact how people see you and interpret your behaviour. But clothing does not make you a label, and labels don't force you into any type of clothing.

There is no rule that says only goths are allowed to wear tacky halloween jewelry and dark clothing all the time, just as there is no rule saying that only hipsters can drink Starbucks and listen to obscure music.

You make your own labels, and you destroy them. Life isn't as simple as slapping a label onto someone and calling it official.

Life is deep, complicated, mixed up, and shaded with every colour imaginable. There is nothing simple, binary, or easy about life or about other people. There is only variances.

Break the rules, and break the labels. They mean nothing.

So what if you want to wear a baggy sweatshirt on top of your nice professional shirt? So what if you love those jeans that may have a couple of holes in them but they still fit like a dream?

So freaking what.

Dress for yourself, be honest with yourself, and accept that each person will dress in whatever they want and that doesn't make them any better or worse of a person.

Peace, love, and butterflies.

Matching and Clashing

Each day I wake up and get dressed, I look at my clothes to decide what to wear. Some days, like today, I match nicely. Blue tank top with a white button up dress shirt and black dress pants, blue eye shadow and a blue flower clip in my hair.

Other days I clash horribly. I look right out of peopleofwalmart.com, and I don't care because I'm comfortable. The other day i had on purple capri workout pants, black cotton shirt with a collar, black steel toed boots. I looked AWESOME... Not. But I was rock hunting.

Makes me wonder why it matters to some people to match and look fab all the time. I think it would be exhausting. I commend the people who take the time out of their days to do that. I certainly won't be doing that. Even to work sometimes I look borderline ridiculous, but I'm always comfortable and covered, so the boss doesn't care.

Also makes you think about the ever changing definition of what is stylish or fashionable at any given point. What I'm wearing today is considered business casual, but will it still be next year? Probably not.

Keeping up with fashion is exhausting. I'd rather look good in my eyes, dress for my comfort, and handle the dirty looks that I get like a pro. New fashion doesn't necessarily mean you look good, so sticking with what I know works for my body and my shape makes me happy.

And isn't that what it's all about anyways?


Peace, love, and sonic screwdrivers

Julep Maven box - September

Received my September Julep Maven box, and here's what came in it!

Bright green/turquoise and off white nail polish, and a tube of mascara. Awesome!

Can't wait to try them out!