Over the years my taste in fashion (and for that matter beauty!) hasn’t exactly been the best… I’m not saying its much better now (my mom is forever telling me that my top/trousers or socks/shoes don’t match), but thank the lord it has made a slight improvement! I thought I would write a little post so that we can all cringe together over how awful my taste used to be.
Juicy Tracksuit Bottoms
Sadly I can’t find an exact image that portrays the true atrociousness of the bottoms I used to own, but thankfully an image of them is scarred into my brain so I can describe them perfectly. They were light grey in color, and very very tight. I was around 13 when I owned them, and at this time I was quite a biggish girl- around 3 and a half stone heavier than I am now- meaning that my ever so large bottom had “Juicy” tightly stretched across it when sporting these trousers. I am cringing so hard, my 13 year old self was a true embarrassment.
These type of shoes were my school shoes for at least my last two years of high school. How on earth did I not get bullied? For some crazy reason I seemed to think I was pulling off a kind of granny chic, I really hope in the future if I go to purchase anything else I consider ‘chic’ someone stops me.
White Lip gloss
I remember when I first discovered make up, the first item I managed to get my hands on was a small tube of white lip gloss. I am already quite white, so with white lip gloss also on I must of looked like I was doing my best ghost impression.
Overly Ripped Jeans
I know that this style is back on trend now, but it doesn’t stop me thinking how awful it is. I remember I used to walk about with my (unshaven) knees out, thinking I was the coolest person in the world. The more I wore them, the worse the fraying got. The worse the fraying got, the more cool I thought I was. I remember whenever I used to go to my Nans wearing these jeans, she would always offer to sew the holes up for me (maybe I should of took her up on this offer!).
A Pom Pom Coat
I think this is by far the chavviest thing I owned. My coat was grey with brown pom poms, and I remember because I am tall (5″9) the coat was short on me, meaning that my belly would bulge out very gracefully from under the coat, leaving me with a beautiful muffin top.
I am still a bit guilty of this nowadays! I always find that after I apply my blusher, I have to use a kabuki brush to blend out the slight stripes I have created (such a beauty failure!). However, in the past the blush I used was a lot darker, and lets just say I don’t think I had heard of blending. My face used to be made up of too dark foundation, topped up with pink stripes and crusty dots of concealer (yum).
Am I alone in having some truly traumatic past fashion and beauty fails? I really hope not, because writing this post has dragged up some awful mental images and I have been left cringing! Were you guilty of any of my fails? I think all I can hope for now is that in the future my fashion faux pas will become less numerous, and hopefully less embarrassing. You will hear from me again very soon 🙂 xxx