Despite the somewhat daunting or to some, cliche title, I have been meaning to write about this topic for a while now. Now, I know what you must be thinking…isn’t this a glamour channel. Well, yes. I assure you, you did not mistakenly click on one of those pop ups that plunge you onto the ‘weird’ side of the internet.
On the contrary, I feel like the meaning of glamour in today’s society specifically has been terribly diluted only to include outward appearance, be it cosmetic beauty or retail binges and so on. Don’t worry, I’m getting to my point.
In my opinion, and based on the tumultuous two years that I managed to crawl out of, glamour has very little to do with garment, diet, brands or price tags. I noticed, through all the hurdles thrown my way, the only time I felt my best was not when I was swamped in luxury items or the odd clothing haul from my fave store. No. It was when I took care of me.
I’ll elaborate. If I was having a low day and wandered into town, desperate to swipe my card and drag home heaps of navy colored clothes, no matter the brand, the fit, the cut or the tailoring and embellishment on the item, if I had skipped a meal or lost a garish amount of sleep the night before, I managed not to feel even the slightest tingle or euphoria at what I otherwise would have thought was enchanting.
Glamour, my friends, lies in the deepest part of ones self and is only summoned when we really mean to summon it.
take care my loves.