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 Sat, November 05, 2016 17:50:42
We all do it,
We put people in boxes,
Little boxes,
Because our mind gets overwhelmed everyday,
And we need to make snap decisions.

I caught myself the other day,
When doing groceries,
I always check the groceries from the person before me,
Because let's be honest,
What else can you do while you are waiting at a cash till?

The girl in front of me had blond hair,
Not her natural color,
And she was wearing a lot of make-up,
All her clothes were labeled,
And her groceries consisted,
Of healthy things,
Starbucks coffee,
And a gossip magazine.

I admit it,
I made a snap decision,
A bad one,
One I can't say out loud,
Except to my husband,
And as I did,
I felt bad.

What do I really know about this girl?
Absolutely nothing,
Maybe she was having a bad day and needed some gossip,
Maybe she has a health problem,
That requires her to eat healthy,
And that coffee was her treat.

All day long,
We are bombarded with information,
Mostly about things that are bad,
You can't vote for her,
Or him,
You can't trust those people,
You should be aware of this,
And that.

No wonder our brain,
Puts people in boxes,
To make sure,
It doesn't fry.

But we are all people,
With a heart,
And a life,
Filled with little problems,
And big problems,
We all have moments,
When nothing seems to make sense anymore.

We all have dreams,
That never seem to get fulfilled,
Visions of a better life,
Where we can be what we want.

There is a quote that says:
"Traveling is the only thing that costs money but makes you richer",
Visiting Istanbul,
Opened my mind,
Made me see why Turkish people in Belgium,
Can cross a street without looking,
If you don't do that over there,
You will never cross a street,
Or why they can still leave litter on the ground,
There are people who clean that up,
All day,
It's a job,
They get paid for it.

And do you remember,
When you were a kid,
We threw litter on the ground too,
It wasn't a crime back then,
Like it is now.

I feel like,
Our minds are being kept small,
On purpose,
When we were children,
Nothing mattered,
Like it does,
As a grown up.

I've been cleaning our house for the past two days,
And I've been doing it like a kid,
Not in a clumsy way like,
"I'll just shove everything under the bed and I'm done",
But in a way that makes me happy,
Hanging pictures in unexpected places,
Like on the toilet mirror,
Lighting just as much candles as I want,
Not the amount that is appropriate,
Or stylish,
Without a worry,
That I will run out.

I dare you,
To find your inner child,
And go crazy,
With the things you love,
Wether it's clothes,
Your interior,
Or your hair,
Trust me,
You'll feel a lot better,
And you'll lose sight of all the small boxes,
That kept you small,
Without you even knowing it <3

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