Fashion is a choice that should not be vulnerable to opinions. Good or bad version is a matter of a profession. Being continuously poked in the random selections of the daily wear is not a way to proceed.

Once upon a time when I was in college, I used to feel free to try my fashion skills as I believed that looks carry confidence along. Till the time we are in schools, we don’t have the freedom to decide about the dress. To keep the uniformity among school students a certain uniform is designed which represents a particular school community.

After stepping out of school life, the college makes us feel a certain level of freedom to enjoy. We can wander in the campus and report at the time of lectures. We can make ourselves a part of various societies in college. Being a college student now I felt that I am free to wear anything I like according to my level of comfort. But it is always not as sound as it appears to be.

Changes in my dressing sense

1. An ambivert personality, mistaken as an introvert girl was not taken too seriously in the college. I was regular in college and hardly missed any lectures no matter how boring they were. Later, I decided to make a little shift from jean– top to palazzos–Kurti which was not a big deal.
2. The next change in the making was kajal on the upper eyelid. I didn’t like to apply kajal on the outer edge of my eyes so upper eyelid is my comfort zone (no fear of kajal being wiped away even if I cry).
3. Pairing middies with leggings was a major milestone in the changes that had been done so far. It looked good as well. I was still on the level satisfaction.
4. Accessories should not be ignored as it adds to the beauty of a girl. So, I started wearing little jhumkas that toned exactly with the dress.

The coming phase of the random changes in my looks could no longer be digested by a group of peer girls in my class. That was the moment when they had finally commented but not appreciated.  Read that in the coming point.

• I don’t think that I have overdone anything by keeping my hair open and finally setting them free from the bondage of a rubber band.

Side effects of Change

Not to my disappointment but I was made fun of. One of them told me not to keep my hair open as it scares her. Really? Why didn’t you get a horror attack then? Who shows the teeth in fear?

Another girl asked a better question, “For whom are you getting ready nowadays?”- For myself (I thought).

A concerned girl pointed out at my incompleteeyeliner. Thanks to her.  The girl who had a problem with my hair poked again. But you know what? Nothing bothered me then nor am I affected now.

Effects of Change

From initial few months in college, I used to feel that no one cared about what I do but the reality that I was introduced with a reality that people are interested in me and what I am choosing to do.

So, whenever anyone tries to give suggestions about your fashion than please don’t bother unless and unless it is not a piece professional advice. I trust my fashion ideas that I flaunt. It is the easiest way to live in the fashion world.