Personal style part 2

In good order to recount my style evolution, I need to slide down memory lane with the periodic age group. I was blessed to experience several cultural environments, which relate to my exposure to different customs and traditions of each of these locations’ lifestyles. 

Over the years my style has evolved, of course, nonetheless, I carry the blueprint of the impact of each of those locations I lived. I have discovered beauty and fashion in Haiti, France, Dominican Republic, and the United States. These multifaceted cultures have given me vulnerability and an unbiased approach to my craze.

My approach in fashion is cultured, confident, body-positive, open to new concepts and trends, community-oriented, comfortable, and chic. Honestly, I did not start like this (still a work in progress), it took me years to overcome some of my biggest insecurities, and to even start this blog.

It took me a lot to realize all my differences were my strength, and contributors to my unique and approachable style. I am simply happy where I come from and what the future has in store for me. (literally).

In general, within this age gap, your wardrobe consists of the causal sequence of one’s parents’ taste. My mother Zette dressed me (of course), she spoiled me a lot, I was her travel body, and she took every occasion to dress me up as her little princess.

I have vague memories of our shopping sprees nonetheless her elegance and taste had given my radar “Z Eye “plus the blueprint for my perspective on fashion and beauty.  

I went from getting the cutest dresses and girly attires, to lesser glitz and bare minimum when it comes to clothing, a drastic change, from my infant years.

I had no pants, no jeans, no tanks tops, not allowed to wear lip gloss nor earrings. I could only wear a skirt to my knees and “church dresses” my only accessories consisted of a hair ties holder, ( boul gogo) and hair ribbons.

15 to 20 years ago, the Fashion industry was far from the body inclusivity knowledge of today’s; having more “Poitrine” and “Derriere” at 18 than your peers, the jeans will not fit you right nor the tops.

I resulted in my creativity and started to purchase clothes that look good for my body type -not the trendy pieces, nor the ones my friends were getting- instead, I bought what I felt comfortable in, and surprisingly I was getting notice and complimented upon my craft and style.

I believe this around time is by far my most “girly” and “preppy” version of my evolution. The period I started to improve my skills and have constructed looks from head to toe. My earrings collection grew exponentially, my hair was blow-dried to the Gods, my acrylics were square and French, obsess with headbands, my eyeshadow matches my outfits. You could smell me from a mile away, and only wore cleavage tops and skinny jeans and leggings.

The online shopping experience was not accessible to me yet, so I became a serial window shopper, I tracked and knew certain stores from racks to racks, and started with Z steps to shop, my friends would contact me for tips on where to find such and such outfits. I was getting some recognition and it was the happiest time of my life.

My late twenties were a liberating mental time; it was the debut of I do not give flying butterflies; I was figuring myself, cutting toxic ties, and drinking my water. I understood that life is what you make of it, not of others’ opinions, because at the of the day, one is going what one, please. The vibe reflected as if I like it; I get it and wear it. 

My quarrel with my entourage made me risk my fashion evolution even more. Haitian society is significantly judgmental mainly when you grew up in a cocoon. Everyone knows everybody, and they critic even on your nails polish color. I think I am a rebel. Especially when it comes to my looks. I disregard being put in a box. My main concern with style is comfort; If my outfit is comfortable chic, it is all I need. I wore many minis, leggings, make-up when I feel it, hair extensions, nails the shape and length I desired. 

What a timeline right! And I enjoyed going back remembering what I used to wear; it was fun. It all makes sense now; I mean, my fashion evolution has changed so many times to develop my take of what it is today, which is comfortable, cultured, body-positive, and chic pieces. As I mentioned many times before, fashion has been my shield for years; I know I have a long way to go, and all I know is I am ready to be my authentic self, work in progress, and have fun turning heads outfits.

Thinking it through, I am considering my fashion journey has relationship connections; some are bad, good, worst, or best. We move on and do not repeat the mistakes ( some of hahaha), and we upgrade. My holy grail pieces are shoes ( strappy stiletto sandals ), Accessories ( statement earrings and rings), and small bags ( totes and shoulder bag), and I live for  a short dress ( T-shirt, Bardot, blazer dress, etc.)

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Thank you so much if you have reached this far. What is your childhood to adulthood fashion evolution? Feel free to comment down below.