Waking up Zuw

So I woke up this morning, and after obviously staying in bed for at least 45 minutes, just staring at the ceiling and thinking about life, I felt this inner need. I had this feeling of "hey, you know what you should do today? Blog." And I was like, oh, that's true.

So, from the time I woke up, which was around 9:30-10 am, I've just been prowling the internet, finding interesting blogs and such and just indulging in the fabulous community that is the blogosphere. I noticed that through my searches, I was looking for a lot of African-American fashion bloggers. Not that I don't love my Caucasian, Latino, Asian, etc. peeps, but I really wanted to explore black fashion and see how different women express themselves. It was wonderful, and surprisingly liberating.

I'm not sure why I chose that word. Liberating.
But I think that was really how I felt as I went through page after page of Vintage Virgin and Where Did U Get That.These women are wonderful, fabulous, confident, and ahhhhh.

Yes, I am definitely fan girling right now, and I am not afraid to say it!

Their styles are so unique and crafty, and just ... :). I'm literally all smiles. So, that was a gem.
But, trust me, this is not a dedication blog, and no, I'm not trying to be the next Canadian fashionista. No, no. That is not Zuw. Zuw likes clothes, Zuw likes pretty things. No, I cannot name brand on brand for you, but yes I can definitely style a great thrifted outfit for you. So, that's me. That's me being true to Zuw. If I post about fashion, it's literally because found something cool and want to share it, not me trying to make a statement and dive into the fashion journalism world. Although that would be super cool.

I feel like that's sort of the objective for a lot of teen bloggers, which isn't a bad thing either. The kids that sit at Starbucks tables for hours on hours, red lipstick, black coffee, and mac book. Anxiously typing away about the newest Tartan collection for Spring/Summer 2015. Oh, and don't forget the DLSR camera on the table. I can appreciate the effort they put into their passion for fashion.

But... That probably won't be me. And I can accept that. I don't have to be that person.
Do you ever feel like, there's so much pressure to become that person though? It's kind of like that "keeping up with the Jones" mentality, but with, I don't know, Becky.

I say this stuff because I've been there. I've been the odd girl out with a room of Beckys (I say Becky because I actually have a sister named Becky). Gothic chic has been very dominant for a while, and that includes super strong black white contrasts, with sharp angles. So, my school has been taken over by a league of pale faced girls, with wine colour lipstick. You know that old saying? All different in the same way? Yeah... It was like that.

But anyways, I digress from my point. My point is that I can really appreciate all the young black female bloggers out there making a name for themselves. It's super inspiring for a girl like me to see someone who looks like me. Black women are rarely appropriately represented in the media, so it's nice to see young women like me. A 17 year-old, 5'2 on a good day, Cocoa coloured young woman. I can really appreciate it. And it would be more lovely to find more Toronto based women, but know knows, maybe I'm not searching enough. But, I'm sure I'll find them one day. Or, maybe I'll be that Canadian blogger that I'm looking for.

Who knowwwwwwwwws

Not Another Teenage Blogger...

Yes, yes it is another teenage blogger.

Of course, 2015 seems a little late to step into the oh so competitive world of blogging, anything is better late than never right? Or at least that's what I try to tell myself before spending 5 hours reading about blog platform and HTML coding. Which, just to let you guys know, I still have no understanding of. So, time wasted? Maybe not.

Last night, I was emotional. You know, stereotypical teenage girl type of emotional where you just want to roll around on the floor and cry and listen to very intense dream-pop music, because who else can feel your pain better than Beach House? Come on, Real Love, Gila? Those songs are meant for my body on floor, featuring a tear or two.  Okay, maybe three.

Anyways, that whole this was weird. Yes, very weird. I was getting emotional because, well, I don't know. I don;t know, and I think it's okay not to know sometimes. Why do people always feel that there needs to be a reason for someone to be emotional? I'm young, and I'm dumb, and sometimes I just want to scream and shout, and other times, I just want to tell the world that I love you all.

This post, is just a post. It's just me talking, literally, to myself, or to you, in my room. But, I think it's always the beginning of something. It could be the beginning of something really significant, to at least. And with that, I'm pretty happy. After my emotional drama, I realized that I wanted to take another go at blogging (yes, I've tried and failed multiple times, but never give up right?) and do something just for me. Just for Zuw. but I also wanted to share with you guys (whoever you guys are). So, this whole thing, as you've probably noticed from the title, is about being true to yourself and being true to others. So, this is me trying to be true to Zuw.