Style Me......

Let me define individual style....I dont see the lights that we call fashion as a means for attention. My sense of style is only for me. I dress the way I feel. Others dress to be seen. People wear certain things and labels as a means to fit in society & to be accepted by their peers.

You shouldnt have to dress a certain way to be accepted. If people dont like you because of your clothes, then you dont need to surround yourself with those people. I have a spiritual freedom to the way I express myself. I am the voice that no one can speak for. Walking in my own shoes.

As a visual artist & seamstress having a fashion design & merchandising major in college. I can appreciate the aesthetic of apparel more than the normal shopper. The term fashionista sits with me, BUT..... I am more of a collector of natural, authentic vintage apparel. Antiques always give me a sense of purity by witnessing fashions from the 50s & 60s. The textiles were stronger and more luxuriously fit. Garments were manufactured better items werent rushed through mass production factories. I am more of the Natural hippie chic, unisexed business casual, urban, galactic goddess inside her own realm. Very different & extremely eclectic. Never caring what anyone things.

Shoes & undergarments.... My main accessories in life. I'd rather live my life naked in my natural, beautiful skin..... But we all know that is not possible, maybe. Anyway, I can honestly say my fetish is for shoes. I will buy 3 pair of shoes before I even think about buying clothes to wear with the shoes. I always saw it harder to buy clothes, then have trouble finding shoes to match. I see it happen too much. I have a thing for having what no one has, & recreating items with my art.

Victoria's Secret, Chuck Taylors, high heels & alot of vintage no names.... Loafers, silk high-waist briefs (granny ps), thigh high socks, neckties, suspenders, cords, corset bustiers & bras, cardigans, retro eyeglasses, mens blazers, high waist pants, equestrian boots, button up shirts & vintage or organic cotton retro tshirts & skirts. Though im more of a black colored woman when it comes to a color palette for my wardrobe, there is always a natural toned accessory or piece that accompanies & compliments the dark tone. Blacks, greys, whites & blues. Anything with great textile & design aesthetic, strong fabric quality.

Artistic value has alot to do with what I choose to buy and wear on my body when it comes to apparel. My clothes define parts of who I am as a person because I let my clothes speak for me. My personality is strong because im not afraid to challenge the norm and create my own box. Disregarding what society has to say about me. Compliments come from confidence and the way you carry yourself in what you wear. If the clothes dont fit or feel right, then I dont feel right. And its not very often that I dont feel right. Love what you wear & wear what you look. Whether your clothed or not. Accept your gifts & be confident in you. -QueenSoulSista

Being REAL comes mostly from speaking with your heart, not just your mind.

Time and time again I begin to look over those few people that I call to claim as my family and friends, And in that SAME time, I shake my head and only want to call them All associates. Sort of like coworkers to my lifes job. No reason to trust them all, No choice to tell them everything that happens in my life, no excuses to deliver to them.

This is ME. I am, who I've always said I'll be. An REAL Individual.

No one I really choose to communicate with because most dont understand the things I say. Like a reoccuring Revelation of my evolutionary existence... See... Did you get that?!?!?

I dont know if you did, but this is how I speak. More depth than most and more understanding for self and my own respect, protection and determination. I constantly see and begin to realize how shallow some people are and how self centered some people are. Those people that claim to be real... As saying that they arent afraid to speak their minds, but inside, are afraid to release their own hearts emotions.

It's something I've always had a shrewd sense about. Fake People. And its worse that people cant read themselves.

People that cant accept their flaws, and try to hide their insecurities with money and fake alter egos or joining the packs of others.

I have too much sense to be my own identity. A star in universal space among broken craters and ash.

Many times I am set to deal with undying displays of ignorance and negativity from the people that are supposed to be closest to me, and people think I'm supposed to hide my thoughts and what I feel. That is something I can not do. From my youth, I never spoke of my feelings and kept my world in my hands, but growing and maturing from that, a freedom has set and I dont have any reason to hide away from being ME. No one can tell me to disregard my feelings just for the judgment of others. I dont care about what others think of me or the words I say, or how I carry myself. No one is caring for me the way that I am so they dont have any authority over me. Family or not, friends or not, boss and coworkers... If I feel some type of way about the actions displays around me, Im going to speak on it. I will not hold my tongue to the world. What goes on in the family, should stay in the family.... I dont believe that! If the family is broken, dysfunctional, and not catering to my emotional, physical state, then the family needs fixing, and that fixing means exposure, and intervention...or I shall just have to remove myself from that negativity. Simple as that. When others dont have the strength to break free from the recycled realms of dysfunction, negativity, and people trying to hold you back, shut you up and bring you down, I stand up, I speak out, I move forward. Even if it means being alone in order to do it. I am too extensively positive for negative setbacks to encounter and overtake my world.

"If I am the leader of my pack, I must speak first. I cant encourage unbrave souls to speak the voice of the fighter, I can only force them to prepare the fight of his heart." -QSS