Pearl Tribal Earrings: Dior | White Button-Down: Mango | Champagne Midi-Skirt: River Island | Snakeskin Heels: Zara | Quilted Bag: Marc Jacobs (same as here) | South Sea Pearl Necklace | Bangles: Chanel, Forever 21 | Watch: Daniel Wellington | Belt: Armani Exchange | Ring: Pretty Little Blings
Here’s the deal: I was the most uncoordinated, inflexible, unruly, and naughty child ever. I loved engaging in active sports, I doodled on the living room walls with crayons, I threw tantrums left and right in public places, and I squished mud against my toes in our backyard (and made my nanny clean my nails every single day). Although I was a very pleasant looking child (Thank God for genetics), my antics were anything but and I’m pretty certain no one in my family–not in their wildest imaginations, at least–would have ever thought I’d become remotely “elegant.” I was a haughty tomboy and everyone thought I’d transition into that role seamlessly.
Much to the chagrin of everyone I knew back in the day, I somehow outgrew my tomboyish taste and had evolved quite nicely from the proverbial ugly duckling, and then into a swan (if I do say so myself). Of course, people who know me right now will most likely agree when I say that I still have the same haughty “cowboy” personality… it’s just the packaging that’s changed into something shinier and fancier.
I’ve always had a penchant for fashion from the very beginning–I had a talent for the arts (having joined various national painting and writing competitions back in elementary) and a solid interest in clothing (growing up with my biological mom watching 90210 on television, shopping on international catalogs, and reading her Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar). When I had enough consciousness and ability to discern certain traits, occurrences, and intentions, I realised that how you dressed up and presented yourself to the world made direct impact to… well, everything!
So I made it a point to always put my best foot forward. To clarify, I’m not trying to hide how regular and casual I am on the inside (as I am the type to crack jokes in Filipino, eat in side streets, or watch Filipino movies), if you know me well enough, you know that I’m not the fancy type (yes, I like fancy things, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like simple things as well); it’s just that I like to keep my distance, act reserved or unintentionally aloof at first, and dress respectably because it’s the blueprint of my personality. It’s not that I want to purposefully intimidate people but it’s how I discern when someone is worth the friendship–if they withhold judgment of my initial actions and pursue a friendship with me regardless. I’d like to think of myself as a magnanimous person–I share not just what I have but who I am with people who matter, and to make it extra special, it will take time for me to bestow upon certain people I deem worthy, the special honour of truly knowing me and my weird quirks.
What is “Elegance”, you might ask me. The word is interchangeable and synonymous to so many things, honestly. I can spout off various motherhood statements and descriptions and in the end, you will realise that the term is “relative.” I think that in a shallow way, “elegance” is acting accordingly in a certain environment and situation that calls for a certain appropriateness; add a bit of depth into it, Elegance is having the confidence and willpower to tread on despite what curveball life has thrown your way, with your chin held high, and without making anyone think you’re experiencing any difficulty or doubts at all. In a sense, that is who I aspire to be.