My Love of Lolita

It's been a while guys, but I had been planning a multi outfit post from all my days off. That was until the morning of the Lolita meet up I attended last Saturday. Something extraordinary happened.

While dressing in my frills and pettis, I was a bit scared. Though I had been accepted by those in my local comm (who are all amazingly wonderful,) I had yet to appear physically in front of my family in Lolita. Obviously they'd seen pics on Facebook and I've talked about it before, but it was different.

Don't get me wrong either, my family isn't nasty about my style choices: they have put up with my corsets, platform shoes, and strange make-up for years. Though they never mean to hurt, they like to tease. It's how they show their love sometimes. Yet, Lolita seemed different to me. Perhaps it was because it represents myself more than any other style and I feel so alive when I wear it. Goth was a part of me, too, but I never felt like I totally fit in. Which isn't to say that made me feel self concious either, but it's all different. I feel confident. I don't need validation, but it's a nice bonus. It can make or break my mood for the day.

So, knowing I would have to pass everyone in order to leave the house, I did get a bit anxious. I didn't want to leave with a weird taste in my mouth, but instead I was pleasantly surprised. My mom said I was cute (which is pretty normal, since she usually loves my fashion choices, if put together nicely,) and my sisters were less off put than they usually are. My dad did ask if I'd feel weird being in public in such outlandish clothes, but I assured him, being weird in a group is a cake walk. My grandmother loved my dress and my three-year-old God son said I looked very pretty. I suppose what shocked me most was my Uncle, who is normally the instigator, said how good I looked. It shocked even my mother. Everyone had extremely positive feedback.

I suppose what I wanted to say is that, regardless of the amount of confidence one has, it's so much nicer when there is also a strong support system. Being someone who likes different fashions across the board, my style varies from the norm more often than not. Though it is not always apparent, I know I am supported and that day is a reminder to me. I feel blessed to have that support, because so many in Lolita (and in other subgroups) don't have that, yet they are still strong enough to stand on their own two feet and feel beautiful. I commend them tremendously for that.

The girls of the Maine comm. The gif is made by the wonderful Elise.

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On a less serious note, the meet up was at the zoo and was awesome! I loved seeing all the girls again and saw cutesy animals (and didn't melt in 100 degree weather like the last meet up.) At the same time, I know my wallet is going to start dying because of all the JSKs I want to buy for future meet ups and general tom foolery. If I didn't have such a diverse astheic, I'd wear all Lolita all the time. But, my inner Kawaii Riot Girl won't allow it. 

I did get a lovely outfit shot, too! This is a white version of the Bodyline OP from my PortCon posts, paired with the same hand me down cardigan, white tights (Target), and Jellypop Mary Janes (DSW Shoes). I topped it off with my sister's white lace bow (Claire's). 

There are more reviews ahead! First will be the Birthday duo I got from Sephora, followed by the Beach Box from LUSH!

Ooh La La!

~B