I read an article about a fashion blogger in my local newspaper today and I thought “fantastic! Another one who lives around here, yay!” Because I love reading fashion blogs, I just love them. Some of them that is, and this one just wasn’t one for me. I went onto the site, and I started reading. It was easy read, but some grammatical errors annoyed me, a very oral way of writing. I oversee these things in English, but when it comes to my own native language I just can’t stop myself going a little crazy. That is, of course, because I see the errors so easily. I’m wandering from my story now. The errors annoyed me, but it was still somewhat enjoyable, but then it was the girl. I liked a lot of her clothes, but I couldn’t stand her hair and make-up. It ruined everything. I just looked at her, thought “lame” and then looked at her errors and added a “stupid”.
Then I stopped myself, am I really that judging? Am I really that stupid? Just because a girl has bleached hair and an orange-ish face doesn’t mean she is a complete bitch who thinks the world of herself, nor does grammatical errors make her stupid, maybe she is dyslectic, and that certainly doesn’t mean that she is stupid. Yet I thought all of this, and I had those thoughts because of the color she put in her face. I really need to work on the way I see other people.
I don’t want to think about how other people see me, this fat girl, dressed in black(because I feel visible if I’m wearing colors) with a bored somewhat sad facial expression(I can’t help it, my face looks that way when I don’t do anything with it). They’ll laugh inside, just as I laughed at that blogger. I’m going to read her blog from now on, after all she does have 30 000 readers, and I want her to prove me wrong. I want to be proven wrong, maybe then I’ll stop stereotype these girls with orange faces and bleached hair.
