Who’s Dat Gurl?
Get to know the person behin the images…
Can you believe this dress cost me a measly $9.95? It was originally priced at $39.95 but was reduced during a “sale”. The way things are marked up in Australian retail is really infuriating. I digress…
Vibrant electric blue is a chic colour that exudes elegance, energy and universality (look it up!). Today I played it safe by pairing the dress with black accessories and pumps allowing the dress to have its moment.
I can’t wait to wear this dress in a different way – lots of potential!
Sunnies – Ray Ban, Necklace – Lovisa, Dress – Dotti, Fish Net Stockings – David Jones, Shoes – Wittner
Extend My Appeal…
So many peplum tops, so many ways to wear them. I normally plan my outfits before I go to bed and dream of the shoes, bags and accessories I will pair with the outfit (What? You mean you don’t do that?).
The last two weeks I havent been as organised as i would like to be – leaving each look to feel “thrown together”. It not all bad though – peep today’s look.
Top – Asos, Statement Necklace – Lovisa, Skirt – French Connection, Shoes – Witchery
*Real names will not be revealed to protect the innocent.
So many people have asked me this question in varying tones, more often in condescending pitying tones like I’ve somehow suffered a mental breakdown, went broke (it can be costly to switch up your hair) that has led me to this life decision. Britney Spears shaved her hair displaying rather worrying mental state. Black women go natural to embrace their true natural beauty. After many interactin on the Instagram streets IamTinashe asked me to submit a piece on my decision to join ‘team natural’ I happy obliged. Perhaps people everywhere will read this and quit the strange looks in the street.
Why I went natural, the answer isn’t as simple as “my hair was breaking from the creamy crack” or “my hairline was receding”, I wish I could simply state that and then this submission would be over. I went natural for several intertwining reasons, some of which I am not proud of but unfortunately I have to share.
So the story began in 2007, I had an epiphany, as is so often the case in my life and decided to move back to the Motherland (Zimbabwe) I had a vision of impacting women’s lives and so forth and so on blah blah blah. So I packed up and left, packed up everything I might add. Several months into my new life back home; my father declared “we’re going to the rural areas!” Yes I thought arrogantly now here is my chance to “help” those who have less than me and change their lives. We arrived in beautiful Hwedza, my mother’s homeland and were greeted by two beautiful children chasing down the car as we drove down the dusty road to my grandparents home (a brick home not the hut you may have envisioned). Getting out of the car the children, whom I soon discovered were my cousins, my uncle’s children, stopped dead in their tracks when I dismounted from the car and stared at me. PS Children love me, I think it has something to do with my chubby frame that is always up for cuddles. However, these children did not love me though, I could feel their eyes taking me in, my dead straight 18inch weave blowing in the wind and my vivid blue contact lenses. And it struck me I was here to tell them that they were beautiful, beloved of God and yet here I was doing almost anything and everything to alter the beauty God had given me.
And so the journey of thoughts and reflections began. Why I asked, did I somehow feel less pretty/beautiful when my mufushwa (nappy hair) was out loud and proud? Perhaps the media had been successful in sending its message that if you aren’t white then you aren’t right.
I returned to Australia with all these questions looming over me, is what I am naturally i.e. no artifices, beautiful? And if not can I really reconcile with the notion that God would create an entire people that were not beautiful? After all, the hair that grows from my head is nappy, and if I am fearfully and wonderfully made doesn’t that also include the nappy hair on my head?
Fast forward a few years to 2009-2010, I was still rocking my 18inch weaves and paying for it with my hairline. My then flatmate made a statement that sealed the deal, Flatmate, “You’re really dark”, me, “eehhhh ahhhhh huuuuuhh.” I was shocked, humiliated and my cheeks burnt up, if I had been white I would have turned beetroot red.
The aforementioned Flatemate then said “why is that a problem?”. Why indeed was it a problem? Somehow subconsciously that same belief system came up and I knew that deep down I had developed a thought process that said the lighter the better and the straighter the prettier. Horrified that I viewed others and myself this way, I promptly decided to embark on an experiment. What if I embraced who I am, what if I loved my dark dark skin, my chunky chunky thighs (and they are chunky), and my nappy nappy hair, what if I resisted all direct and indirect messages that said skinnier, lighter straighter was the way to go? What if I believed that I am in fact fearfully and wonderfully made just the way I am in my natural state?
The time to act had come!! The time for thoughts and reflection has passed so I snuck away “secretly” to the barbershop and requested a no.1!! The barber starred at me in shock but I guess the manic expression on my face was enough to gear him into action. It’s been nearly three years now and my experiment is not yet complete, I still find myself a little unsure of my African beauty when asked by so many of my African sisters, “why did you go natural, why don’t you get your done?” My response is now, “To annoy you, that’s why I don’t get my hair “done””.
Now because I am analytical I must summarize, why did I go natural?
1. Fear – I was afraid to.
2. I am rebellious by nature and somehow need to stick it to the man or woman who set a standard of beauty that so many of us don’t seem to fit.
3. Secretly I love the shocked looks of random strangers when I get onto the bus, train or just leave my house really.
4. When I say to the many beautiful African children you’re beautiful I want to really believe and mean it.
A Thank you to @naturalfuzz* for sharing such a deep and honest first hand account of why you said "NO” to hair crack and went natural. You can stalk her on instagram – @naturalfuzz!
To submit you piece do it here.
Luxe sportswear has been in our wardrobes for a good few seasons now. Which suits me just fine because I like the ease and comfort of the look; especially on the weekend. Wether its running shorts or dressed up joggers, sporty accents can still have you looking fresh to death.
Singlet – Topshop – Shorts – Asos, Shoes – Rubi Shoes
My name is Tinashe and I am leopard print addict. Hi Tinashe! I last wore this jump suit here, but this time around I decided to make it little more street style friendly for a chilled night out.
Throw it up, throw it up! Watch it all fall out..
Jumpsuit – Asos, Shoes – Converse, Jewellery – Delicate Gold
My 9 - 5 hustle is as a Human Resources professional in the heart of Brisbane, Australia. I have always had a fascination with fashion and photography, so I created this blog to document my personal style and fashion inspiration. I often see people who are using fashion to express themselves in a unique manner - not surprisingly these people are also captured on this blog. Its here that i also share my thoughts, ideas, loves and obsessions.