Because at some point I lost it.
Society – western society, that is, and also the alternative side of it, because those are the two bigger societies I live in – teaches us that cuteness is weak. I could now go into details of how this relates to feminist issues and is toxic to everyone, but I won’t because if you want that rant you’d have to ask me in person and give me a tranquilizer afterwards. So much for poise and countenance. Oh well.
At some point I lost it, or at least big parts of it, and now I want it back.
For a long time I thought that nobody would take me seriously when I was clad in lace and rose colours, especially academically, or when it would come to more serious opinions. Then again, I realised, I’m short, round-faced, female and rather young (and don’t wear blazers on a daily basis) so nobody takes me serious anyway until I prove myself. And why not prove myself in a frilly dress once in a while instead of cargos?
I always viewed September as the perfect month to start anew. Not only does the first day of the month mark the first day of the new Hogwarts school year, it’s also my birth month and the month before uni starts again. The air gets crisp again and I can dress in layers which makes me exceedingly happy. It’s the month when back-to-school shopping should take place, and why not apply that to my return to the Alma Mater Philippina, too? Except that I’m not necessarily looking (only) for new things to wear but also for a return to a mindset that made me much happier in the past than hanging around in a track suit would ever do.
Now, what does that mean for this blog?
You’ll have to bear with me while I figure out my brand of cute, kawaii, sugary and princessly again. It doesn’t mean less content, there’ll rather be more. I always aspired to write a blog I’d want to read, and at the moment that means pretty things and recipes and lifestyle ideas, so that’s what there will be, I guess, and I’d be more than happy if you were willing to accompany me on this journey.
By the way, that was a joke, I don’t own a track suit.