Fashiondisaster

Fashiondisaster

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.


Instagram

PersonalityPosted by Fashiondisaster Fri, November 22, 2013 11:47:36
I love taking pictures.
Pictures of myself, the kids, my pets, my husband,...
Basicly, anything.

As long as it inspires me, makes me smile or looks funny, I'll snap it with my iphone.

About a year ago I discovered Instagram.
A dream app for a photo addict.

Not only can you take pictures with it, you can put a filter on them (wich, most of the time, makes the picture look even better!) and share them with your followers.
You can add hashtags so other users can find you and like your picture.

In the beginning I had zero likes and zero followers (zero hashtags as well by the way) and I couldn't care less.

Now, a year later, I have 1007 followers.
A few days ago I had 1016 followers.

And it stresses me.
It stresses me that people UNfollow me.

I never cared before.
You liked me, or you didn't.
Great.

Now we've all become obsessed with being liked and followed.
And when someone unfollows it feels like a real rejection.
It can make you feel mad, sad or annoyed.

When you wake up and check your followers (which you do, just admit it) and you gained a few you'll be feeling happy.
It feels like you're doing something good.

When you lost one or a few...
You'll feel like sh...

Somehow... it doesn't feel like an improvement.




P.S: you can find me on Instagram under fashiondisastercc.
Most of my pictures are up there because this site gives me a hard time getting them up here, and I just have no patience :)

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