edit: noir

These photos were intended to showcase one of my favourite outfits, but they became a project of narcissism. Essentially self-absorbed documentations of my face. Oh well.

I've been feeling in a bit a funk regarding body image recently; its hard to describe exactly what it is but looking in the mirror isn't a fun exercise. I've never really struggled with how I look before so its a new challenge. My mind really does like a challenge.
The two areas I have an interminably toxic relationship with are my stomach and chest. So naturally, this outfit flaunts both those areas.The top and jeans combo, however, did actually make me feel fancy and (temporarily) remedied some of the quells.

I adore this top. The flared sleeves add movement and flow, it ties in the perfect place to make bra-wearing possible (or not!), it covers the back and arms enough to stay warm and, against all odds, I actually like having some boob on show. I wore it out last weekend and am already searching for the next semi-fancy occasion to parade in its elegancy.

I'm really into this tie-front-top-trend, they look really fancy and feminine and add a kinda sexy twist whilst also feeling covered up. I've already decided I'm going to try and use it as a pattern and make an orange floral version (a dream for summer nights out).
I paired it with loads of dainty gold jewellery, black jeans, this belt and (trashed) Nike trainers (because boots felt like a bit too much). I also threw on a black puffa jacket because this is Newcastle and it was snowing.
Makeup wise, I went for warm, matte shades with black eyeliner (surprise!) and actually pulled out a clear lipgloss which, despite giving me serious primary school vibes, I kind of loved.
I urge you all to invest in a tie top, next time I shall be maxing out on the necklaces because I think this could look the dream with some long gold jewels. Maybe some gold glitter on the eyes too, to go all out.

In other repetitive news, this is my final weekend before I am away for 5. I have been spending my days planning my Barcelona adventure, watching films (Kings Speech, Darkest Hour, Ladybird – would recommend them all) reading (finished Cat on the Hot Tin Roof; it reinforced my belief that Williams is a (depressing) genius, broke my heart and made me want to read Streetcar again), working, refraining (unsuccessfully) from spending money, drinking gin, writing existentialist poetry and just generally feeling like I have too many things to do in too little time.
They're all good things, though.
Its a sunny Friday, I have my flute lesson and then a free evening, before work and the usual saturday antics (which generally involve too many trebles and a dance floor).
Ah. Life.