H&M leather jacket / Topshop sweater / Beetroot bralette / Superga shoes
Four years ago, the curious 15 year old me decided to take blogging for a spin. One platform browsing and account registration later, dilemmas and confessions of an adolescent quickly surfaced the web-sphere — a journal I’ve so keenly preserved and kept under my pillow until I decided to take my writing online.
Why not, right? “It’s the digital age,” as today’s generation would say.
But just like every gawky adolescent, I didn’t instantly jump to the idea of blasting my content to the public. I gave myself time before I knew that, hey, maybe this is my calling? (just like how it took me a while to get comfortable with 1. getting a domain and 2. using the term ‘my readers’ – omg, I have readers?!)
My newfound digital canvas instantly turned into something you’d find on the back pages of a school notebook — a frenzy of doodles, writings and any scribble made out of immense boredom. Copy-paste worked like glue on paper and it slowly replicated my journal where I would aimlessly write just about anything. It was my new kind of creative outlet with no intentions of being the blog-turned-business it is today. Case in point: the 2010 feather earrings trend (cringing) and a series of unfortunate events à la my first day of school. Just plain innocent, leisurely writing.
My landmark to fashion blogging began after discovering lookbook.nu — a second shot at testing and proving that curiosity may not always kill you. Zombie in Stilettos was launched and a roster of sartorial-related posts slowly took place. It was, no doubt, three good years of building and branding myself as a style blogger — with a few wrong turns, I will admit. But like every struggling and constantly progressing blogger, we live and we learn. A few months back, however, I found myself falling to a slump — and not the kind of creative-juices-stopped-flowing or I’m-not-in-the-blog-mood sort of thing. Nope. It’s more of like that sudden epiphany you get after the ball drops and we all cheer “happy new year”. I realised that the reason was simply right on front of me. Typewritten to every bio and intro of my account.
That was it. That term.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not detesting it nor will I stop pronouncing myself as one. It all just seemed so labeled and I realised that it had put me in a box where I limited myself — the posts were getting monotonous and my blog got a little generic. I knew that reinvention wasn’t exactly the solution but simply drawing back to the roots of my old journal; where I shared any sort of ramblings and things I personally loved, loved doing and loved creating. And now that I’m four years into blogging, I’m all about producing better and real content wether the digital space, time, or myself is evolving. Happy Anniversary, ZIS!
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