The Emperor's New Clothes

Are you a fashion slave? Do you have to get what this new magazine tells you to buy? Do you spend most of your money on the latest fashion clothes even if it DOES NOT suit you? What makes you decide that a clothe/shoes suits you? Do you have standards? Do you let your boyfriend decide? Do you let your girlfriends decide? Have you ever told anyone you can't really care about how you look because you are dressing for yourself ? How sure are you that you are dressing for yourself? Are you OBSESSED with fashion?  How do you know the limits of  trying too hard from effortlessly looking stylish? 

As we have been bombarded with so many magazines and beauty, fashion blogs, it has not been without difficulty for girls and women to find their real identity when they have lived through society's standard of beauty and fashion. And the questions above have always evoked me to ask some of my friends, and even fashion experts. Some would promote retail, while others would promote individuality. Try to analyze your closet, do you have more of branded items? or do you have mostly unique one of a kind pieces? As for me, every piece in my closet, represents a significant occasion pertaining to where or how i bought/got /made it, and even where and when I have worn it. Forgive me but I am one of those who take sentimental value to a different level. Do not get me wrong however, I do  not hoard. I let go of clothes which I haven't worn for a year without a heavy heart . As I put a tag in it in garage sales or pass it on to a friend, I always keep in mind that that piece of clothing/shoe should make another girl feel beautiful, like how it made me, once upon a time.

Anyway, with the recent flooding of affordable and trendy clothes in the country, some have prioritized quantity over quality and this had been quite the dilemma for most of us. Although I admire the girls who go on queue lines for the opening of sales and such, I would not have the patience to do  that .I magine lining up for 2 hours, and going to the mall early in the morning, and getting seen with the same clothes as everybody else few days after. It's kind of amusing, i quote one of my friends' text when she was in the mall "I see (brand name) everywhere". The thrill of searching for that one of a kind shirt had been lost. 

I would recommend for all of us to remember the moral lesson of the story of "The Emperor's New Clothes".

 

And now, I would like to ask the fashionista in you. What can you do to NOT be a fashionslave?  

                                                                                                                          Love, 

                                                                                                                           k.

                                

An Introduction.

        In my almost 10 years of internet life, I have attempted to keep up a blog so many times that I have gave up so many times on actually having one.

        However, I miss writing.

        As early as third grade, I have managed to keep a diary, and yes, I still have them and I read them whenever I feel nostalgic (or whenever I'm tidying up that part of my closet space). When I got to my late childhood to early adolescent phase, I was writing poems and songs (at least tried to). Those things I have kept in private and never have I shared it to anyone, as embarassing as it could get. Then came college time, xanga, became my bestfriend. It totally gave a new meaning to "dear diary", as it actually meant "dear madlang people". I have always thought of blogging as giving away a part of yourself to the world, while writing in your diary is keeping everything to yourself. Now, there is a tendency for people to write just to get reactions and comments. Some people even have forgotten to live for themselves and they now live for their audience. Times have changed. It's not all that bad, really (since I do it too). It has just evolved. That's it.

       I really love to write and yet at the same time I love to live my hectic life which makes it impossible for me to do the former all the time. My life is one big party, i do not deny it. that's why i have always felt the need to celebrate it. Life for me is too short, I have learned that the hard way when I lost a friend earlier this year (may she rest in peace). I used to not know what I want , ended up frustrated and lost, but now that I am past quarterlife, the picture seems a lot clearer. There's just so much things to look forward to.

        As an introduction to the blogging world,  fashion prescription will give a glimpse on how it is like growing up exposed to stethoscopes, syringes, sewing machines, figure forms, and everything in between.

       Sooo... I would like to introduce myself, my name is Josefa Victoria Ramos, but call me Kay. Kay as in Cai not Kay as in Kaye. I am a third year medical student trying to get away from that white uniform as much as I can. I am a devoted daughter, sister, and girlfriend. I can be overly protective with my loved ones.

       

        My father is a physician, and my mother is a fashion designer. I want to be BOTH.

        'Til my next post!

                                                          

                                                                                             Love,

                                                                                             K.