My Uni Style: Hobo-Chic

My whole life I've worn uniform. From primary school to secondary school to sixth form to work, I've always been told what to wear. So all of my fashion creativity was reserved for parties and summer. About a month before uni started I realised I wasn't going to have a uniform and I didn't know how to dress casually and thus began my decline into hobo-chic.

I've always loved fashion. My main inspiration is Elie Saab especially his haute couture wedding dresses and I've always spent my weekends and summers going to fashion shows and exhibitions. But I didn't know how to dress casually, so I did what I do best: research. I looked at every blog post, YouTube video and website about finding your street style. This is when I discovered my love of ripped jeans and realised that there are more colours than just white, black and grey. So I went to uni armed with all my new clothes and a determination to have a well-planned outfit for every day. That lasted two days.

I very quickly realised that I'd spent my whole life not worrying about my outfits Monday to Friday so it was really hard to start now, especially with 9 ams. Then at Christmas I finally accepted jogging bottoms and leggings as trousers into my life and it was all over. Fast forward to now and it's just got worse. On an everyday basis to uni I have a very basic routine. I shower, cleanse, cream and chuck on clothes. Some days I look acceptable but most days I don't. There was a particular day last week where I hit rock bottom. I wore a rumpled white crop-top, light blue cropped mom jeans and long black socks with stars. In my defence hadn't done my laundry yet, but needless to say I looked like trash. Sadly, this outfit isn't an anomaly, 8 out of 10 times I don't brush my hair and makeup is reserved for weekends. This is my hobo-chic style but to be honest it's only chic because I've showered.

Last weekend, I went to see my mum speak. One of the other speakers at the event said "dress how you want to be addressed" and it really got to me. I have more than enough clothes and I know how to dress my body so why do I chose not to. How have I let myself go at 19! 

So, this week I challenge myself to brush my hair every day, go back to having actually outfits instead of rumpled t-shirts with joggers. I might even put on some light makeup (very unlikely though). MY last challenge of learning how to ask for things failed miserably but that was before newly confident me.

So let's see, can I jump out of hobo-chic or am I stuck here forever?