Why a blog?

I give up, easily.
Anything. Everything.
Because of a lack of confidence.

People won't like me, laugh at me, think I'm stupid.
That is why my entire life I hid away, in dark clothes.
Black, dark blue or grey.
Anything to make me invisible.

I never used make-up in high school because I didn't know how.
My hair was always the same because I had no idea what to do with it (ponytail, tightly pulled back, in case you're curious).

When I was 18 I got married and I wanted a change.
I wanted the real me to come out.
But I still had no clue how.

At 26 I started this blog.
So that I wouldn't give up, wouldn't forget where I was going.

This is my journey, feel free to walk it with me, every step of the way.
All my failures, all my mistakes.
But also my winnings, my happy moments and my bliss.
I'll be honored to have you with me.


PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Thu, November 03, 2016 14:04:39
My husband booked me a surprise trip,
And I didn't find out where we were going,
Until the plane landed,
It was a very funny scene,
Me and my kids getting trough custom services,
With our fingers in our ears,
Sitting on the plane,
Eyes shut,
So nothing,
Or no one,
Could reveal where we were headed.

When we did find out,
I must admit,
I didn't know much about the city,
I knew the name,
And that was about it,
Geography was never my best class,
In high school.

When we got to our hotel,
It was like a dream,
A private jacuzzi on the terras,
A room like you see in movies,
And a service that was unbelievable.

When we went out to explore,
The city had fashion and style,
A bunch of cozy cafe's,
And places to eat everywhere,
From cozy street carts selling fried corn and chestnuts,
To high dining restaurants.

It was a dream,
And I never wanted to wake up again.

The people were all so friendly,
Kind and helpful,
Words can't describe,
How much they all touched my heart.

One guy in particular,
Selling scarfs and little trinkets,
Outside a beautiful Mosque we visited,
He had braces like me,
And talked to me in English about it,
And when we were looking around,
He helped my daughter choose a scarf with a patience,
That seemed unlimited.

It may not seem like much,
But having people take care of you like they do in Istanbul,
Is a thing we lack in the West.

They really look out for each other,
Telling you what shops to go to,
Knowing that you will get a good service there,
Like my husband,
Who took about an hour to pick a leather jacket,
The guy kept pulling out different ones,
Never showing a sign of irritation,
Because he couldn't make up his mind,
Thinking with him along the way,
"No, that one is too long for you sir",
"Maybe this one?"

They still have a beautiful creativity,
Making rings,
And selling shoes they found somewhere,
In the poorer area's,
They use a boat,
Like we use the subway,
And have a wonderful, diverse culture.

The eye,
To eliminate the evil,
Is found everywhere,
And when you visit a Mosque,
Headscarfs are available to everyone,
Free of charge,
And they even gave us a Koran,
In Dutch,
For free.

I have so much to tell about this beautiful city,
And the way it touched my heart,
That words just don't do it justice,
If you ever been there,
And you felt the vibes,
The life,
Running trough you,
You'll understand exactly what I mean,
If you haven't visited yet,
Please put it on your bucket list,
You won't regret it <3

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